The Celina Democrat. (Celina, O. [Ohio]) 1895-1921, 1918-04-12
CHAPTER VIII.
More Complications.


Blaney," the girl said, "You
see. I'm engaged to him, and
ought TO know what he looks
Hike unless I'm delirious. What dra-
matte critic are yOu?"
I'm the only one who Is not the
author OF an unproduced play
I'm sorry you're critic. l don't
like critics, except one. had a clip
ping that he wrote about me that was
the one thing that saved from the
wreck, I'd show 1t to you, but Miss
Green borrowed it,"
This is IT," / handed her the water
soaked fragment Of paper.
Did you read ity' she exclaimed
with girlish enthusiasm. Isn't he II
DEAR"
Thank YOU" | murmured.
"Are You that dramatic critic?" she
demanded, sitting bolt upright in bed
and holding out her hands to mp.
My impulse was to take her in my
arms just as any one would pick up
child, but l knew she did not intend
anything like that, so took both her
hands instead.
Just at that moment some one rap
ped and Miss Dunmore said "Come in"
Lucille entered say our handclasp,
blushed and stammered, 81 didn't mean
10 intrude."
"lntrude? Not bit of It," chattered
the other II want to thank you for
sending this adorable maRUp TO me.
1 think I've been in love with him ever
since he wrote that article in the pa
per about me last week"
or course she meant as much by that
as you mean when you say that you
just love ice cream soda or buckwheat
pancakes with sausage, or whatever it
is that you do just love, but to Lucille
it verified all that she had suspected.
With one scornful glance at me she
left the room with Il murmured excuse
about finding some clothing for Miss
DunmOre to put on.
That look from Lucille would have
spoiled for me the brightest day that
ever was minted, but the young lady
had not noticed it.
II wonder why she didn't stay" she
muSed I'm afraid she doesn't like
me. l wonder if it is on account OF
the clothes l wore. 1t was just an nc
cident that l had them in my grip.
Ncd-that's my fiance, you know
thought 1 locked well in that costume
so l was always going to keep it, even
after L was an old married woman
with ten children. | wonder if the wa
ter will hurt it,"
l told her l thought it would be all
right when it was dried.
THE captain said my tailored skirt
was too heavy to swim in and told me
TO take it off. l did-and put my cos
tune on instead. Was it too dread
ful?"
Soon Kent came up with a bundle
of clothes for Miss DunmOre from
Miss Green, and, promising to wait
for her downstairs, l excused myself
and went in search of Lucille.
l found Captain Perkins and Jim, a
n0ndescript picture in the evening
clothes and blazer suit, wandering i'll
at ease about the living room. l asked
for Miss Green.
"She went out with that other young
man." said the captain. "She said she
was going to look for her mother" l !
had almost forgotten the missing Mrs. |
Green. l was about to start out search |
ing again when | remembered my
promise to Miss Dunmore.
"And where is Mr.. Clair?" I asked.
II seen him out in the yard looking
for walnuts under them hard maple |
trees" volunteered Jim. Il didn't tell |
him they weren't nut bearing tree on
this island. WHAT'S the use? 1t amt
nutting time yet nohow"
Miss DunmOre came downstairs in
" dress Of Lucile's, or, rather a blouse