American Falls press. [volume] (American Falls, Idaho) 1907-1937, 1919-04-04
The girls voice remained even.

Tho girls voice EeLndihSu w
"StiIl Lucy Van SAINT"
az should like to tell you something"
Ford began finally. "Shall L he
half-sweryed the machine in the direc-
ton of a secluded road.
The girl seemed to hesitate. The
hazel eyes were flashing. "Why DO
Won worry me-now?" she questioned.
"Now?"
eyes, now" the girl repeated. Isn't
IT too late? / asked the test of you,
and you-declined."
The machine swerved erratically.
The mans voice was hoarse. The
test?'
The girl nodded. Her calmness was
returning.
But" the man hurried on, II don't
know what you mean by the test. No"
he waved aside her quick start-"let
me tell you my side of the story.
Last summer at the beach l paraded
as Jack Rennell, a rich young fellow
from Helena. In reality l was what l
am now"
ooh" the girl exclaimed.
81 met you. 1 loved you. But 1
fought against it. / had only a little
money. You were rich. And at first,
even If you came to care, I didn't see
"Then, that night by the Needles
[ found you cared. 1 couldn't tell you
who l was-there. But in my room I
resolved to tell you everything the next
morning"
49,. o,-o1 4Io r;-ISc uhifn fDnn hn6
heen growing winter.
"And ask you to m8rry me-poor as
I was. In the morning 1 hurried to
your hotel. They said you had gone.
They gave me a note. Here 1t is"
From his pocket Ford drew a crump-
led sheet of paper. Bending forward
the girl read the words:
"Jack: l have learned that you are
poor. l cannot marry a poor man."
The girl was striving to speak. But
the man was before her. '"That-that
was all, Lucy"
Before he had finished, the girls
face was turned entreatingly to his.
"Jack, Jack, l didn't mean that. That
was the first note l wrote. You see,
I that night, when 1 returned to the
= hotel, l found a letter from my aunt.
+ She is very plain spoken. She called
, me a name-she said l was a fortune
n hunter"
4 "What-" said the man beside her
e "Wait. Let me go on. | pondered
over the name. There were reasons
il why it cut. At last 1 scratched thai
wretched thing, to end it all, and begar
packing, but, just as l finished, JUS
d as the cab came, 1 began to hope.
V couldn't help it"
"Lncy!" With a sharp jerk, Fore
stopped the machine.
" mo- The girl pushed aside tn,
ID mans eager arms. "Wait until l fin
ish-I wrote q second note, telling yol
the truth-about myself, and askini
ID you, if you still cared, to come to m
in New York in January. And l tor
lie up, so l thought, the first sheet. Th
six months passed. In January you
didn't come"
k There was much the chauffeur di
&c not comprehend. But the lover wa
impatient. Again he opened his arms
The hazel eyes looked straight int
tie Ford's. They were misty now. "Bu
es Jack, don't you see"
"What, sweetheart"
en- "Who I am. I thought, until jus
now, you were rich. From Helena an
"a awfully rich; but you aren't-are yo1
as dear?
he 81 was masquerading, too. My aur
sr- called me q fortune hunter; that droV
me away. In real life I'm only I'll
nd Adairs'-nursemaid."
ID. The empty arms would no longer
ps denied. The whisper to the dow
bent head of brown sounded like:
ed Darling, you've been a foolish, foe
ish little grill"