The Tomahawk., 1918-11-14

''You know SO little Of me-" she said
when finally her heart quieted it's
beating. II am deeply honored by
your love, but feel that our paths
are so different; they. are so widely
separated that it would be difficult to
get the best out of life under those
conditions" ~.
Without knowing it, Madge swayed
slightly toward him. His arms went
swiftly about her and his lips. covered
her own before she could stir.
II will give you another fortnight
to think it over" he said, making an
effort to speak with control while his
breath was coming jerkily. "You will
know then if you love me-" s.,,
:. He let her go then, and Madge went
quickly to her room. Her cheelas were
a deep scarlet and her wonderful eyes
were shining. y. ..~.~ ~. -
II will not have to wait q fort
night to find out whether or not l
love him." she told herself and
laughed weakly as she compared her
emotions now with her emotionless. re-
ceptions of stage lovers. -
Madge did not, however, deceive her
self into the belief that she would mar
ry Sir John Giltr0y. Her dreams of
life in the country and away from all
cares of social activity were too deep
ly rooted in her being. Her laurel
wreath and her standing in society we're
as naught when compared to the old
sunbonnet days Of her youth.
Having returned to her apartment
in town Madge became entirely occu-
pied with her new production. She
had decided when she first saw her
part that the little trunk full OF
clothes with which she had come ITO
Broadway from the country would cos
tune the role as no other clothes
would. The trunk was always with
her. 1t was the closest link with the
past and treasured possession.
When Madge opened it to look over
it's contents she had not realized that
a tumult of emotion would sweep over
her. The longing to get back to the
old farm brought tears to her eyes,
and when she picked up the old pink
sunbonnet that had clung to her curly
head through rain and through shine
Madge wept softly into its faded
depths.
mo, mol" she told herself vehement
ly, II could not marry q titled person
age and tie myself down to conven-
tional city life." She gazed fOndly at
her ginghams and quaint little frilled
petticoats and her Sunday hat with
the pond lilies on it. They were ad-
mirably suited to her part in the new
play and Madgs decided that IT, the
play was q success she would play her
season in London and a farewell In
New York, then retire from the stage.
She pulled down her masses Of ou-
burn hair, dressed it in ringlets, put
the pink sunbonnet on and her Sunday
gingham and viewed herself in the
mirror. Madge laughed with delight.
Assuredly she had gone back to nature
and she drew In deep breath. in i'm
agination scenting the apple blossoms.
So engrOssed was she that she had not
heard the bell ring nor did she know
that her maid had admitted Sir John
Giltroy. .., 49,. L. ...
She turned suddenly and looked into
his laughing eyes. He took both of
her hands In his own and surveyed
her from head to foot.
"Well, If I had known you when
you were a wee girl like that you
would never have been crowned with
theatrical laurels and I would never
have been a baronet. I would have
married you and kept you out on the
farm with me-"
"Y0u-not a baronet7 How could
you help it?" Madge questioned, the
while she realized that she must give
this man his way whether that way
led through town mansions or country
lanes.
II won my title," he said simply.
1T is degree of honor and not heredi'
tary. At heart long for the vastnesa
of country life. am farmer by birth
and baronet by endeavor." He drew
Madge nearer to him and looked fond
ly beneath the sunbonnet. II have
come for my answer, DEAR" he said.
my answer" WHISPERED Madge
softly, "is-yes." -