The Tabor independent. [volume] (Tabor, S.D.) 1913-19??, 1919-05-15

Singing. she ran of to dress for
Stones reception.
Which 10 prettier?" she asked OF
Mrs. Mac, holding up an embroidered
white crepe, Of Cairo construction,
and Q black net gown. brought from
New York.
Wear the white, Miss Stuart. It's
most becoming to you"
1t was, and when arrayed in the
lovely, soft. clinging affair, with a clus-
ter OF tiny white rosebuds at her belt,
P~auline's unusually pink cheeks and
her scarlet flower Of a mouth gave all
the color necessary.
Her beautiful hair, piled In a crown
atop her little head, was held by a
carved ivory comb, and beneath their
half dropped lashes her great eyes
shone like stars. i5m ~ aoa & wags j
For the terrace, she donned a large
white hat. with black ostrich plumes,
and finging a white cape edged with
black fur over her arm, she descended
to meet her guest.
Enough little given to emotional
demonstrations, Fleming Stone caught
his breath with a quick gasp at sight
or her, and advanced with outstretched
hands and a smile Of sort no one had
ever before seen on that always calm
face.
How do you do" 5sshe said, smiling;
for, though thrilled herself, she re-
membered the unfaiIing curiosity of
the terrace crowds. ,
But Stone, having taken her two
hands in his, stood looking at her as IL
he intended to pursue that occupation
for the rest OF his natural life. 4.
sit down." she said, laughing a lit
tie nervously under his gaze; "this is
our table. VIII you have tear"
."Tea, of course" and at last Fleming
Stone took himself in hand and be-
haved like a reasonable citizen. "And
how are your. And your cousin. where
Is her"
."Mr. Loria is out OF Cairo Just now"
and Pauline turned to give the waiter
his order. "But we are three, as I am
under the most strict surveillance"
she paused. realizing what that phrase
meant to a detectives! ~"Of a perfect
dragon OF a chaperon," she continued
bravely, trying to control her quiYer-
Ing lip. Here she comes now" ,
The appearance and introduction of
Mrs. Macdonald gave Pauline time to
regain her poise, and a glance of pa
thetic appeal to Stone made him take
up the burden Of conversation for a
few moments. And then, with the ar.
rival Of the tea, the chat became gay
er, and, OF course, impersonal. . =
The Englishman, Pitts, appeared; in
deed, he inevitably appeared when
Pauline was on the terrace, and joined
the group without invitation.
1t was not Fleming Stones first visit
to Egypt. and he noted with interest
the changes, and looked with ~giadness
On things unchanged, as the kaleido-
scopic e whirled about him.
Later, they all went up to Pauline's
sitting room and viewed the street
pageant from second story windows.
And then Mrs. Macdonald, after a
short and losing battle between her
conventions and her kind heartedness,
insisted that Mr.. Pitts must take her
across the street to buy some impera-
lively necessary writing paper.
Outwardly courteous but inwardly
Of q rampageous unwillingness, Mr..
Pitts acquiesced in her scheme, and
Fleming Stone politely closed the door
behind them.
He turned, to see Pauline looking at
him, with a gaze, frightened, but
yes, surely-weicoming, and not wait
ing to analyze the intent Of the gaze
more deeply, Stone took a chance, and
in another instant, held her in his
arms so closely that the intent of her
glance was Of little importance to
anybody.
"Pauline!" he breathed, how l love
you! My darling-mine! No, no,
don't speak" and he laid his finger
tips on her parted lips, Just look at
me, and so-tell me-"
The wonderful eyes raised them
selves to his, and Stones phenomenal
insight was not necessary for him to
Tedu lut LuSSoa6C IhCJ hOAu.t l
'You do love mel" he whispered;
"oh, my little grill" and after . long,
silent embrace, he cried ~jubfantly:
Now tell me! Now tell mein words,
in words, Pauline, that you do
Unhesitatingly, without shyness,
Pauline, radiant faced, whispered, Il
love you, DEAR" and the vibrant tones
| filed the simple words to the brim OF
assurance.
Though it seemed to thems but a
moment. It was some time later that
Mrs. Macpopald's tap sounded on the
door. -, - n -
Come" cried Pauline, s%springing
away from Stones side, while he saun-
tered to the window. "Oh, Mrs. Mac
Donald, you must know it Sat once!
Mr.. Stone is, my hance!"
Mrs. Mac was duly s~urprisediand de.
lighted, and, after congratulations.
sent Stone away to dress forddinner,
and endeavored to calm down her emo
tionai charge. ri 81
Later that evening Stone and Paul