The Nezperce herald. (Nezperce, Idaho) 1900-1957, 1919-10-02
BLIND EYES
BY IVAN cL&AhAM.
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!1I..;sht Mcclure Newspaper Syndicate

his luck to meet the lovellest girl n
had ever seen.
# was early morning, and the gol
links were deserted. Only the grace
ful figure Of girl swinging clut
broke the tranquil peace of the scene
lin Hartly, as he had registered al
the hotel, advanced toward her. He
raised his hat
you'll pardon me, MISS" he said
"but | guess you came out for much
the same reason that did-to get q
breath of fresh air. Doctors orders
Shall we play round together?"
The girl seemed not to resent his
aggressiveness, however, for very soon
they were tramping together over the
great open stretch.
This was only the first of their early
morning games. After the second or
third they began to grow confidential.
J. Hartly was enjoying himself I'M
'mensely.
Sometimes they would sit for while
on one of those mounds of sOdded
earth called SO appropriately bunkers,
Auu lcfl CdNA OtAACl OH NoOOut tIClA-
selves. Jim was bond salesman in
Wall street, with snug little fat in
the Bronx and wife and three chill
dren.
The girl was stenographer and en-
larged to the listening Jim on the
shortcomings of her boss, the depart
ment manager. She also had beau,
and tentatively showed the little ring
that ornamented her third finger Jim
was here for his health. She on vaca-
ton.
1t was not until James Hartly For
dyce was back again in ibis sumptuous
apartment in New York that he fully
realized how deep his friendship with
the girl had gone. They had not ex-
changed addresses and the incident
was closed. Fordyce was regretting
the wife and three children. That had
to help carry out the Illusion and drive
from his tired brain the thoughts that
would come surging within him.
But how he missed those sunlit
hours on the open turf with the chum-
my little stenographer as his partner!
There was no use denying it even to
himself he felt her loss more than he
could have imagined.
Fordyce was sitting in the conserva-
tory when his hostess discovered him
and led him forth ito the slaughter"
1t was the night of the vansittarts'
haI l.
among the screening palms and banks |
of blooming dollhouse flowers for a |
quiet smoke.
"Now, Hartly," Mrs. Vansittart said
on finding him, you shall not nope
there all EVENING"" And she literally
dragged him out from his hiding place.
He was duly presented to various
blushing debutantes, whose names he |
inscribed on his dance card.
"And now 1 must introduce you to
my niece from Boston.
Betty, let me present Mr.. Hartly
Fordyce, the famous novelist. Hartly,
my niece, Miss Barstove"
Fordyce bowed before the girl at the
Introduction, but there was no
on her part. She
drew herself up.
"Auntie," she said in ice-cold tones,
this man is an impostOr. He's not
Hartly Fordyce. He's James Hartly,
bond salesman. He has wife and
three children.
MY dear child! !" The amiable hos
tess fairly gasped.
YES" went on the girl inexorably,
Il was playing golf at Paxton before
l came on to you, auntie dear. This
man was there. He told me all about
himself"
Mrs. Vansittart turned from one to
the other speechlessly.
Alas; it's too true" broke In For
ayce. Il am bond salesman with
wife and three children. And She" he
indicated the pretty girl with deep
sign, she's a stenOgrapher."
This was too much for the elder
ady. She looked as though fit OF
apoplexy would cut the proceedings
short.
What is the matter with you two?"
'he stamrnered at last. "Hartly! Bet
y! Are you madY
Inc two impostors stood one on each !
'loe OF her. Their eyes met. Then
win merry peals Of laughter fioated
'cfoss the ballroom.
On, auntie," laughed the dimpling
'ifi, its been such a joke! You see,
recognized him the first time saw
I'M. Why, I've seen his photograph
the papers dozen times. guess
~ ne was Just pretending so as to
void publicity"
nut-but you, Betty, stenograph-
=. what does it mean?" The dear
auy was bewildered.
oh, auntie, you don't suppose was
song to let him do all the fooling, do !
YOUR
Lew moments later in the cOnserv-
10y fordyce was holding a girls
,"i'e hand in the palm Of his own.
POINTED to the ring that was on
ne third finger.
AND was that fooling, too?" he ask q
tensely.
Inc girl nodded her head. He slip .,
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