The Washington times. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1902-1939, 1918-10-20

meant 1t, but said I must be Joi[ihg,
You knew i wasn't. LatsF on. y0a
will remember, you changed y0HF
reason for not marrying me. You
said that Dad would mover consent.
This was more than likely true.
Now that he is dead"-he grasped
his hat a bit tighter in his strong,
fit looking hands, but his voice did
not for a moment shake-'Tm very
lonesome. I've thought a lot about
you since you left Paris. Dad left
me all he had. Il wasn't a great
deal, but it's a pretty good sum for
Idaho. Well leave for Paris In the
morning. l don't like New York
not this New York, at any rate.
I've been here for days and days.
searching for you
His resonant voice carried to the
far end of the Cafe de Ia Paix. A
sullen silence had settled upon the
crowd. Mr.. Maltbie watched with
cynically amused interest. He was
near the centre Of the stage, and
enjoyed 1t.
Dottye listened to every word
John said. To this day she can re-
peat that conversation word for
word. His earnestness hurt her with
a pain that was all but physical.
She looked almost passionately at
his clear, unsoiled blue eyes. She
could not but compare his healthy,
ruddy complexion with the pasty
faces all about her. To her he rose
superior to his clothes, which,
against the background Of his ring
ing voice, counted as nothing. And
all the while, somewhere in the sub
consciousness Of her brain. she was
sketching out the world-old drama
that she had planned to play.
You've come to take me home"
she said. "Me?"
yes"
For heavens sake" she re-
turned slightly oVeracting the part,
what do you know about that? My
dear boy, patter back to the dear
old farm. That's where you belong.
This sort Of thing is what's cut out
for me. Out there I'd make your
life a living hell in about a week or
so. Can you see me doing a farm
scene, with straw in my golden
tresses, a non-property milk pail on
my arm, the Quaker City Quartette
grouped up stage about the dear old
well?"
"Dottye!" he cried, pain in his
voice.
She silenced him with a gesture.
Zone moment" she said. 81
heard you out, you know. Can you
focus your soulful orbs upon little
me getting up at six in the morning
to milk eighteen or nineteen cows
without the orchestra out front
playing the Spring song softly?
My dear boy, believe me when l say
that I'd make you the laughing
stock of Paris and the entire State
of Idaho. In real life, work on tAe
farm isn't done to a musical accom-
paniment. And | don't care for
work without music"
you won't Gomez" he said.
This phase of the situationAh had
not entered his scheme Of things at
all He was not familiar with the
popular drama Of remuneration, It
not being the rage in Idaho. There
fore Dottye's plan was not made
evident to him.
She laughed. The laugh could
not be called even a mild success.
1t rang false in a scene where
everything was false, from the hair
Of the ladies to the manners Of the
men.
Run along back to the farm, my
lad. Well ring down the curtain on
this truly rural drama before the
audience hands US a Cherry Sisters
welcome. Anyway, my gentleman
friend is growing bored. Aren't
you, Clarence?"
Mr.. Maltbie, who was far from
being ennuied, did not reply.
Once again the man from Idaho
took the scene into his hands.
''If you don't come" he said, very
slowly, without the slightest affec.