The Kadoka press and Kadoka reporter. [volume] (Kadoka, S.D.) 1910-1923, 1918-04-26

yet I've heard tongues wagging.
hoope there's nothing in 1t. l warned
Mr.. Wagstaff against Paul"
"Warned him? Why" Hazel neg
lected the question entirely. The blunt
ness of it took her by surprise. FRANK
speech was not characteristic Oh
Vesta Lorimer's set.
The girl shrugged her shoulders.
"He is my brother, but that doesn't
veil my eyes," she said coolly. "Paui
is too crooked to lie straight in bed.
I'm glad Mr.. Wagstaff brought the lot
| of them I'D with round turn-which
he seems to have done. II he had USED
a club instead of his fists 1t would have
been only their deserts. / suppose the
fuss quite upset your
"It did" Hazel admitted grudgingly.
1T did more than upset me-
81 thought as much,' Vesta saia
slowly. ut made you inflict an lnde'
served hurt on a man who should nave
had better treatment at your hands
not only because he loves you, but De
cause he is one of the few men VINO
deserve the best that you or any wom'
an can give.'
you've said quite enough, Hazel
cried. "If you have any more insults
please get rid of them elsewhere.
think you are"
"Oh, / don't care what you think Of
me-" the girl interrupted recklessiy
IF I did wouldn't be here. I'd hide
behind the conventional rules OF th'
game and let you blunder along. Bu
( can't. I'm not gifted with your Dllh'
ep,x..m. Whatever you are, that bli
LIZ yosr. loves you, and IL you car
anything ~: him, you should be VIII
him. I wouta, IL were lucky enough
, to stand in yocr shoes. I'd go WIZ
, him down into hell xaelf gladly IL ID
wanted me to!
, "Oh" Hazel gasped. Are yo
clean madT
; shocked to death, aren't your
yesta fieered. "You can't understand
can Won? / love him-yes. I'm nc
ashamed to own 1t. I'm no sentimet
tal prude 10 throw up my hands In hoi
I, ror mt a perfectly natural emotion
t, But he Is not for me. / dare say
couldn't give him an added heartDea
|. II I tried. And / have little too muc
!. pride-strange as it may seem to yo
to try, so long as he Is chained nan
= and foot to your chariot. But your
making him suffer. And care enoug
To want him to live all his days nal
pilv. He Is O man, and there are
few of them, real men. II you ca
make him happy. I'd compel you to q
so. II had the power. You couldn
understand that kind Of a love. "
;, could choke you for your stupid al
LOYALTY. I could do almost anythir
that would spur you to action. can
y rid myself of the hopeless, reckse'
MOOD he is in. There are 80 few OF
o Kind. the patient, strong. loyal, squar
dealing men, with a wOman's tende
= ness and lions courage. Any womi
. |. should be proud and glad to be o
!" mate. to mother his children. Al
~ you"
She threw out her hands with su
- den, despairing gesture. Tne OH
10 ewes grew misty, and she hid her Ia
:. In her palms. Before that passiona
10 outburst Hazel sat dumbly amaze
=. staring, uncertain. In second YES
"a lifted her head defiantly.
81 had no notion of breaking out IL
this when / came up she said quiz
IT Iy. II was going to be very adroit.
% intended to give you a friendly boo
along the right road, If I could. d
r.. II has all been bubbling inside me
:. n long time. You perhaps think 1t We
:. unvomanly-but I don't care mu
" what you think. Ny little heartac
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