The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1919-01-02

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NJ h. had nol seem. hBt she knrw b
ha1 with la.s ~ her bead .be wen
hask 10 gl,e hammock
Miss kcl.n. "a you think hayl
snHiipony Somehow he had fann'
est her usuis Caroline looked ~
fram hrr hooS 10 lnd him y, ndlng owe
her.
"no.dnpss. mo- WHY she cried
lle pointed to spot on his fore
head Caroline gave Sigh of relieI
~ she hooked more closely M II. ~
i, only frecklr," she laughed. "Yo,
have two or three Of them"
That started conversation. II he
Kan with freokles and ended with
books and flowers His name was Mr.
i.aiImer, she learned. but by The see
aud day they were calling each other
Harry and Caroline How she ever
could have thought he was bore was
more ,han she knew. He was really
delightful. When the quarantine was
/ lifted ut the end ~ ten days they
were genuinely sorry.
They both wen, back to the grind,
meeting only at breakfast. but they
were different breakfasts after that.
aud when they caught up with their
work they were going 10 become bet
ter friends. they assured each other.
One morning the mail brought Caro-
line big surprlse--a check from the
publisher Of n magazine. She had not
remembered sending any stories to
him. The magazine was published in
the city, too. What stories had she
santf Then she remembered burying
the two In the garden. They were
probably destroyed by that time. A
look AT the letter that accompanied
them startled her The check was for
those two stories Then II occurred
10 her that Harry Latlmer had no
doubt sent them In and forgotten TO
erase her name from them and the
publisher had given her credit for
them. He had stolen them. lie who
'Ahh'N ''hil tipl WIN iOliiHu-
tie stories, 50 he had taken hers. The
wretch She would call on the editor
that very day TO learn how he had
got them.
When Caroline was ushered into the
editorial room of the magazine she
gaspod. There sat Harry at the desk
He knew why she had come.
'Slt down" he smiled. rs 1t about
your stories?"
Yes" she said meekly. where did
you get them?"
'The sandman gave them to me-" he
laughed. II am mighty grateful to him
for them, for they are very good"
They are not" she said seriously.
They nre wretched You bought them
jusi 10 please me-"
NO, didn't. I'm not IA bit romantic.
business comes first with me. Your
stories are going TO prove buried
treasure In more ways than one"
Caroline tried 10 persuade him that
the stories were poor ones, but he
would not listen to her.
Won't you come to dinner with
me- he asked as she was going. II
have something ] want TO say to you"
"Whatr' she asked, half dismayed
Cant yon guess" he smiled.
Put you're not n bit romantic" she |
hlushed. Il shall never forget the dis
gust IN your tone one morning when |
YOU SAID 'Romance-bah You used !
TO be II terrible bore at breakfast"
u have been overworked here, but |
am going to have an assistant" he |
said. How could you expect me TO
like romance when read nothing but
romantic manuscripts day IN and day
out. | hate the very word"
when the right girl comes along
yon will he ms romantic as anyone"
She prophesied.
'Eut YOU are the right girl-the only
girl for me-" he blurted. Life with
out YOU will be nothing. You are the
girl | have been dreaming about and
waiting for for years. My ambitions
have all been for you. My hard work
has all been for you, and for the little
home We should have when | found
YOU. Just think how happy we could
be--iust YOU and ! In u garden like
he one which we were In those ten
days. Please do not let II
false idea of romance come between
~ love ynu-surely you will be-
icve me-" Harry had risen and was
aiklng right into Carolines eyes Be
ore she knew il his arm was about /
Ter and she did not draw her lips away
Is his came closer.
Dear heart" he said pIeadlngly,
perhaps | can learn To be romantic"
There was n merry twinkle Ia Caro- {.
Ines eyes rs She exclaimed "Roman ,
ic. Well. perhaps" That seemed .
o he all the answer Harry needed her
mile made up for words.
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