The Lamar register. [volume] (Lamar, Colo.) 1889-1952, 1918-02-13

/ Irhine OF nlnu. / don want 10 nlarry
you If you can't trust me. Why, /
Couldn't wouldn't-marry you any
/ time. or any place, under those con-
dltions. no matter how much | may
foOllshly care for you"
There's just one thing Hazel" Bar
row persisted stubbornly. "fhere must
have been something between you and
Bush. You're not helping yourself by
getting on your dignity and talking
about my not trusting you, instead OF
explaining these things"
"a short time ago" Hazel told him
quietly. Mr.. Bush asked me to marry
him. l refused, OF course. He"
"You refusedi" Barrow interrupted
cynically. Most girls would have
jumped at the chance"
"Jack" she protested.
SWELL" Barrow defended, "he was
almost a millionaire. and I've got moth
Ing but my hands and my brain. But
suppose you did refuse him. How does
that account for the five thousand dol
larsf
81 think" Hazel flung back passion
ately, .I'll let you find that out for
yourself. You've said enough now to
make me hate you almost Your very
manners an insult"
"If you don't like my manner"
Barrow retorted stormily. Then he
cut his sentence in two. and glared at
her. The twin devils Of Jealousy and
dIstrust were riding him hard, and 1t
flashed over Hazel that In his mind
she was prejudged, and that her ex-
PLANTATION, II she made II, would only
add fuel TO the flame.
She turned abruptly and left him.
What did 1t matter, anyway? She was
too proud to plead. and 1t was worse
than useless to explain.
Even so, womanlike. she listened. ex-
pectIng to hear Jacks step hurrying
up behind. She could not Imagine him
letting her 20 like that. But he did
not come. and when, at a distance Of
two blocks. she stole a backward
glance. he had disappeared.
She returned to the boarding house.
The parlor door stood wide. and the
curious. quickly averted glance of a
girl she knew sent her quivering up to
tiFi ib'ib# WINS ohiN ill' 'hftI-
full CLEAN. She loved Jacl, Barrow.
She believed that he loved her. and
she could not believe-she could not
conceive-him capable of keeping
nloof. obdurate and unforgiving. once
he got out OF the black mood he was In.
She was still sitting by the window,
watching, the yellow crimson of the
sunset, when someone raped ut her
door. A uniformed messenger boy
greeted her when she opened 1t:
Package for Miss Hazel Weir"
She signed the delivery sheet. The
address on the package was in Jacks
handwriting. A box of chocolates.
or some little peace offering. maybe.
That was like Jack when he was sorry
for anything. They had quarreled be-
forever trifies. too.
She opened 1t hastily. A swift heart
sinking followed. In the small card
board box rested a folded scarf and
thrust in II small gold stickpin-
the only thing she had ever given
Jack Barrow. There was no message.
She needed none to understand.
The sparkle Of the small diamond
IN her finger drew her gaze. She
worked his ring over the knuckle. and
dropped II on the dresser. where the
face in the silver frame smiled up at
her. She stared ut the picture for one
long minute fixedly. with unchanging
expression. and suddenly she swept
IL from the dresser with savage
sweep OF her hand, dnshed 1t on the
floor, and stamped II shapeless with
her slippered heel.
"Oh, oh - she gasped. 81 hate you
[ hate you | desplse your
Continued Next Week.