Warren sheaf., 1918-01-02


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WOULDN'T want the eIrla n lsr,ovu
Y, they'd thifss It was SO funny, but,
She paused uncertainty, and looked
qucstio n. into lis face. ..1aybe
you wont Understand what mean.
but sometimes I'd like to be good M, nv.
sell. Awfully good, II mean. . she
smiled Whimsicaly, Wouldn't Connie 8
scream If she heard that? Now YOU
won't give me away, will YOU? But /
mean It. 81 don't think Of It verv
often, but sometimes. whv Professor
honestly, wouldn't care If / were as
good as Prudence!' She paused dra.
matically, and the professor nressed
the slender hand more closely in his.
''Oh, I don't worry about If, S. SIM.
pose one hasn't any business to expect
good complexion and Just natural
goodness, both at once, but . us She
smiled again. Five thousand dollars,'' 9
she added dreamily. Five thousand
dollars What shall call you now7
P'fesser Is not appropriate any more,
IS Ill
Call me David, won't you. Carol1
Or Dave ..... .s=
Carol gasped. "Oh. mercvi what
would Prudence sayYo Sha pipo,od
merrfly. ooh, mercy Z, She was silent
moment then. .sI'll have to be con-
tented with plain Mr.. Duke, suppose,
until you get D. ID. Duckie, D. o. :"
she added laughingly. But in an In
stant she was sober again. II do love
our Job. If I were a man I'd be. a
minister myself. Wouldn't be q
peachY
he laughed, too, recovering his equa-
nlmlty as her customary buoyant
Drlgntness returned to her.
1ou are" he said. and Carol an
swered: ss *5.s
Inanks," very dryly. I'VE must go
DacK noW," she added presently. And
tney. turned at once, walking slowly
PACK toward the parsonage.
Cant you write to me little often
er, Carol? I hate to be bother, but
my uncle never writes letters, and I
IKE to know how my friends here are
getting along, marriages, and deaths,
ana JUST plain gossip. I'll. like it very
lnuch II you can. | 40 enjoy good
correspondence CORE with.
DO your she asked sweetly. "How
you nave changed! When I was a
freshman l remember you told me you
received nothing but business letters,
because you didn't want to take time
to write letters, and
did Il" For second he seemed a
little confused. Well, I'm not. crazy
about writing letters, as such. But I'll
De SO glad to get yours that know I'll
even enjoy answering them.'
Inside the parsonage gate they stood
a moment among the rose bushes.
once again she offered her hand, and
he took it gravely, looking with sober
intentness into her face, a little pale
IN the moonlight. He noted again the
royal nttie head with it's grown-up
crown OF halr, and the slender figure
with It's groWn-up length Of skirt. :,
Then he put his arms around her,
anu hlsseu ner Warmly upon the child
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har honds +oao+hs. = oru nv quo caugn'
and on,1 s,,aht3,, - +nar,,,,a,,s sn - s'ululiy,
into bic ogas anI ,a,nhaa !, us, mn n.4e s looAeu
sor was - = noutsa a ~ dena,Iad ne hn Rao1es-
tempt at light-heartadnass re,nomhar-
ing as he did the onick nnivarino 1,ns
beneath his. and the unconscious v,oid.
ing Of the supple BODY in his arms.
He condemned himself mentally IN no
uncertain terms for having welded to
the temptation of her vounp .lovalinoss
Carol still laughed determined hy her
merriment to set the seal of insionif.
canoe upon the act.
"Come and walk q little farther.
Carol" he said in a low voice. "I@want
to say something else." Then after a
few minutes Of silence, he began rather
awkwdrdly, and David Arnold Dnke
was not usually awkward: i