Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1919-12-06

but most reprehensihle adoption Of ma
tive habit She took the hint. never
theless, and ~ abe started he said,
"Piease remember, Please don't show
yourself this time. will your The
tune Of his voice was q great improve
ment ON all that had gone before. She
threw him . smile over her shoulder
and proceeded to cross to her hut on
exaggerated tiptos.
Trevor did not bother to awake his
guests; no went straight to his room
and gave himself up to 4 long.dnwn.
ont orgy Of tea hot bath. sharp rNsor
and clean clothes; to say nothing Of
the cleansing. anointing and bandag-
Ing Of his many burns and wounds.
When. hours later. he had completed
the complex operation to the best Of
his ability II not entirely to the salts
faction Of his vanity he opened his
door . crack and looked out. The
three guests were awake and reading.
They seemed quite comfortable IS well
a. quite at home, Q bottle and three
glasses having magically accrued to
the table In their midst. II seemed
shame to disturb them at that par.
ticular moment and Trevor decided not
TO. He closed the door. barred II. dis
connected the alarm gong and left his
room by the covered way.
1t IL q matter Of record that while
this same inclosed alley was certainly
not over thirty PAGES in length and
could have been traversed in half as
many seconds, It took him exactly
thirty minutes to get from his end Of
the passage 70 Andres's door-and
knock. She opened to him at once
and the sight OF her made him tremble.
Never before had she seemed 50 al
together adequate to every demand OF
life. He looked upon her lovely tum.
bled hair that was still laughing from
its bath: on her deep blue eyes, each
cuddling q devil Of mischief; on her
adorable nose. always shifting for trou-
BILE: on her red lips, ready to call a
man on: and on her hard fists. backed
BY sturdy youth. still more ready to
keep him of. and felt the bones Of his
determination turning to water. She
stood with her feet slightly straddled.
her hands stuffed in the side pockets
Of her khaki jacket-a pose often as
sumed BY professional fighters. he
glanced nervously about her room and
deciding that he would feel more at
home and perhaps more secure in his
own, asked her to precede him there.
She consented and upon arrival made
naturally for tho couch.
Il think" said Trevor hastily. you
had better sit here-for q change" He
drew out q straight-backed chair by
the table. She cast him an inquiring
glance but sat down without remark.
Trevor did not sit: ne paced up and
down before her till she could stand it
no longer; then she said brightly.
Nov I know how our old cat used to
feel, watching the canary swing on
his trapexe."
Extraordinary inverted coinci-
dence." remarked Trevor. II feel like
the canary"
Both pondered on this reSoinder for
some moments; there was something
about 1t that reminded Andrea Of
'nrst blood" Finally she realized that
It was her turn to speak. III let that
60 for tho present" she said with
dignity. Suppose you say what you've
got to say"
The man stood sQuarely before her.
"All right" he said. For . second he
hung on the verge Of further speech
a. though he we're counting zone, two.
three-se" then he plunged: "W1n
you marry NOR
Hers was . game that Andrea knew
from IT. infancy 10 its old Age. The
nrse move on its checker board was
as fixed % Il WAS easy. "No," she
said promptly and automatically and
glanced w with half-bored look that
said: "Your turn to play"
That look was destined to die sud.
den death, "Thank God r. said Trevor.
fervently, apparently looking into
space. but IN reality taking In her gal
vanized start through tho corner Of
ono eye. "You see," he continued. i've
come o NJ senses and begun to get
your poiAt Of view. It's still true
that you asked mo to bring you. but
it, no lees true that you thought you
were Just going up for a morning
breeze. while I knew that once you
were n that flying machine II was
good.by 70 q world. II I'd told you that,
Of course you wouldn't have come"
''Of course" said Andrea. family.
Her heart Was aching and inside Of
her it, pulse was drumming an old IA.
miliar childish refrain Of helpless rage.
He didn't play fair! He didn't play
fair r.