The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1919-06-13
Copyright. BobbsMerrin comp.n

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love red or blue, that's a fact; Ibsen(
or Rostand; heat or cold. Does that{
matter? / know you'll"
An upward glance had caught himf
smiling. Her speech was routed. "Tme
girl herep
< do you think that's why I love
your" s
"Ah, but you loved Gertyl" That
slipped from her. She had not meant
to say thatl
"Does that hurt?" Abashed by her
own daring, yet she was glad she had
dared. She wanted him to deny 1t.
For he would deny It? She wondered,
II he were angry, but she could not
look at him. (
The minutes, dragging like weighted(
hours, told her that he was not goingt
to answer her. 1t came to her them
that she would never know whethers
Gerty's story were wholly false, or,
partly true. She knew, then. that noS
wheedling, wife's or sweetheart's,i
would tease that story from him. 1T
did not belong to him. J
His silence frightened her into ar-it
ticulateness. He must not think thats
she was foolishl 1t was not that, In
itself, she meant. The words jostled
one another in their soft swift rush.
IIe-he had made mistake once be-
fore. He had liked the sort of woman
he had thought Gerty was. She her
self was not like the real Gerty any
mOrdNthan she was like the other, the
find that they did not think alike, be-
lieve alike, that there were differ
ences-
Aren't you making something out
Of nothing, Innesi"
That voice could always chide her
into silence! Her speech lay cluttered
in ruins, her words like useless brokeB
bricks falling from the wall she was
building.
He took her hand and led her to q
pile. Of rock the river had not eaten.
lie pulled her down beside him.
"Isn't it true, with usT
1T is, with me-" breathed Innes-
Their voices were low as though they
were in church.
"And you think Is isn't, with mel"
Richard stood before her. 'Is 1t be-
cause I trust you, wonder? That I.
loving you, love to have the others
love you, too? Don't you suppose /,
know how it is with the rest, Mac
Lean; how it was with Estrada7
Should be jealous? Why. I'm not.
I'm proud Isn't that because 1 know
you, know the fine steady heart of
YOU? You hated me at first-and am
proud of that. I don't love you
enough?" He knelt ut her feet, not
listening to her pleading. He bent
down and kissed one foot; then the
other. II love them!" The face he
raised to her Innes had never seen be-
fore. He pressed a,~kiss against her
knee. "That, too! It's mihe. I've not
said my prayers since was boy.
shall say them again. here, you teach-
ing me-" His kisses ran up her arm,
from the tips of her limp fingers. His
mouth, close to hers, stopped there.
He whispered:
"You-kiss me, my girl !"
Slowly, unseeingly, as though drawn
by an external will. her face raised to
his; slowly, their lips met. His arms
were around her: the world was blot
ted out.
Innes, minutes later, put her mouth
against his ear. 1t was the lines he
did not know, that he had seen with
others, mischievous. whimsical, romp-
ing as young boy.
II Lowered" she whispered "And
heat and sunshine. But I love blue,
on you and cold, II 1t were with you
and the rest of the differences"
He caught her to him. "There are
not going to be any differencesi"
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