Rock Island Argus. (Rock Island, Ill.) 1893-1920, 1918-07-13
CHAPTER XIII.
(COntinued1

Don't waste your pretty talk on
me now. l can't enjoy Tiny nose
aches so. I'd rather you'd tell me
when-when it's easier for you to
say It,"
I'VE don't see each other very
often"
"If you will come out on this
road next Saturday afternoon / VIII
ride until l find you and then we
can have another talk"
"All right. I'll be here at 4:30
and I'll be thinking about it every
day until then"
my nose feels better now" she
said presently and added: You
might tell me a little more If you
want to-"
"I love you even when you have
ceased to be beautiful" l said with
the ardor of the young.
That is grand You know old
age will sting us by and by, Bart.
she answered with a sigh and In a
tone of womanly wisdom.
We were nearing the village. She
wiped the mud from her prodigious
nose and l wet her handkerchief in
pool of water and helped her TO
wash it. Soon we saw two men ap-
preaching us in the road. In a mo-
ment | observed that one was Mr..
Horace Dunkelberg; the other
stranger and a remarkably hand
some young man he was, about p
years of age and dressed in the
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we'll his tall, athletic figure, his
gray eyes, his small dark mustache
and his admirable manners. Both
were appalled, at the look of Sally.
why, girl, what has happened to
your" her father asked.
Then I saw what playful soul
was Sally's. The girl was born
actress.
Been riding in the country"
said she as this Mr.. Latour?"
This is Mr.. Latour, Sally" said
her father.
They shook hands.
81 am glad to see you," said the
stranger.
"They say am worth seeing"
said Sally. This is my friend. Mr..
Baynes. When you are tired of sec
ing me, look at him"
l shook the hand he offered me.
"Of course, we can't all be good
looking" Sally remarked with u
sigh, as if her misfortune were per-
manent.
Mr.. Horace Dunkelberg and I
laughed heartily-for l had told
him in a whisper what had hap
pened to Sally-while Mr.. Latour
looked a little embarrassed.
My face is not beautiful, but
they say that l have a good heart
Sally assured the stranger.
They started on. l excused my
self and took a trail through the
woods to another road. Just there,
as | stood for moment in the
| edge of the woods, the curtain falls
on this highly romantic period of
my life.
Uncle Peabody came for me that
evening. 1t was about the middle
of the next week that received this
letter from Sally:
Dear Bart. Mr.. Latour gave up
and drove to Potsdam in the even
ing. Said he had to meet Mr.. Par
! ish. [ think that he had seen
enough of me. l began to hope he
would stay-he was so good look
ing. but mother is very glad he
| went, and so am I, for the minister
told us that he is one of the wick
| eldest young men in the state. He
is very rich and very bad, they say.
l wonder if Old Kate knew about
him. Her charm worked well any
way-didn't 1t? My nose was all
right in the morning. Sorry that 1
can't meet you Saturday. Mother
and l are packing up TO go away
for the summer. Don't forget me-
1 shall be thinking every day of
those lovely things you said to me.
! don't know what they will try to
do with me, and l don't care. I
really think as you do, Bart, God
has married us to each other.
yours forever,
SALLY DUNKELBERG."
How often read those words-so
like all the careless words of the
young!