Harrisburg telegraph. [volume] (Harrisburg, Pa.) 1879-1948, 1918-12-07
CHAPTER XI

CHAPTER Nj
Won't you come in?" Honora
said as she and Arthur Bruce reach
ed her gate.
I'D like to-" Arthur replied. do
you know" with wistful look, that
you have helped me a lot? When l
met you l was as blue as indigo.
Now things look a lot brighter. You
are quite a wonder as cheerer
Honora?"
Wont you come in?" she repeat
ed. 81 would be very glad to have
you do So"
His expression changed. "Others
might not be-" he remarked.
The girl seemed not to understand.
Mrs. Higgins is always glad to see
you, and nobody else is here. You
know Mrs. Higgins considers you an
extremely nice young man." she
added, teasingly, with a light laugh.
Perhaps she does" he smiled,
"but l fancy she has found me a bit
of nuisance at times. But If you
say not, l withdraw my statement"
Honora knew he had been think
ing of Mildred and of her only, but
she pretended to believe that Mrs.
Higgins had been the person he had
had in mind.
"Since l have set your fears at
rest on that score, come on into the
house." she suggested once more.
opening the gate.
He started to follow her, when
the sound of an automobile fcoming
rapidly up the street made the pair
pause and turn around.
ITS Mr.. Hilton's car" Honora
remarked. Can he be bringing
Milly home? But no-at least that
it not his chaffeur with her on the
front seat"
Whoever he is, he drives like the
DEVIL" Arthur observed. With a sud-
den grinding of brakes, the car
drew up sharply at the curb. The
driver sprang out, then held opt
his hand to Mildred.
Il don't know who he is," Honora
remarked sotto voice.
She was not long to remain in ig-
norance. Her sister hurried for
ward, bringing the young man with
her.
"Honora," her manner excited
and her eyes shining, II want you
to know Mr.. Hilton. He's Mr.. John
Hilton's nephew, you know. He's
going to Canada in day or two
to enlist"
Honora bowed, repeated the
strangers name as she shook hands
with him, then, turning to Arthur,
said:
A GiggIing Girl
Mr.. Hilton, allow me to intro
duce our friend, Mr.. Bruce.
Glad to meet you, Mr.. Bruce"
young Hilton said, genially. IT
have just been giving myself the
pleasure, Miss Brent, of bringing
your sister home. 1 dropped into
my uncle's office and found he was
not ready to leave just yet-so l
swiped his car"
But you asked his permission
first-you know you did," Mildred
amended with a giggle.
Arthur regarded her gravely. Her
face was flushed and her whole !
bearing was that of one in a twit-
ter of excitement or elation.
Some girls and women change |
their manner as soon as an attract |
i've man appears on the horizon.
Mildred was one of these. Arthur |
Bruce had not noticed this tendency |
until now-because he had always |
been the lucky man for whom her |
changed. Now that it was |
for another man, he resented it.
Indeed, Mildred Brent had never |
been so much thrilled by any
ones attentions as by those of this
soldier. AS she met Bruce's |
clear gaze she flushed self-con-
sciously.
You remember, Arthur that l |
Mr.. Hilton as the man |
who is going to do something worth |
while?"
Yes, 1 remember" Arthur an
swered. Then he held out his hand
to Honora.
Good afternoon" he said. "I I