The Topeka state journal. [volume] (Topeka, Kansas) 1892-1980, 1919-04-28

| ii some day there might De more
things for her ears alone. Instead he
smiled his whimsical smile straight
into her eyes,
You see,' she continued. while the
effect of his smile Travelled down to
her heart, I'VE ordinary peopleeappre-
ciate more than you have any idea of
| the mere presence of you great peo-
| pie. To see you personally, or even
| just to touch you in a passing crowd
that in itself creates tremendous Ella
ton in u.s.
Travers again laughed.
you Americans have the most de-
lightful ability to express the delicate.
agreeable thoughts that come into
your heads. We Britishers are hope
ess.~quite. quite hopeless in the nice
ties of conversation"
He looked seriously at Eve, then
; continued: Now, if l were to try to
| express to you the charming, whim-
| steal picture that your coming to me
as you did has flung on my mind 1
would fail. Fancy telling you how
more than happy I am that you are
| having tea with me7a perfect stran-
;, ger in America"
! 1t was Eve now who laughed.
You don't do it badly at all,
| tho" She vouchsafed him the very
first of her yelled glances. Her eyes
| had been openly frank, her manner
woman had come forward to chal
| lenge the man.
Travers sensed the change, but
stood his ground even as the British
army was wont to stand its ground
tho the enemy outnumbered it by
many thousands of men.
Eve looked deep and long into the
| young correspondents eyes as if she
| would imprint therein some kind of
| memory of herself She felt in part
| quite inadequate to enter any area
| when John Travers was already there.
| A soft, gentle sigh escaped her lips.
DO you fancy a dance?" Travers
asked her suddenly. Its many a day
| since 1 did any dancing, but 1 fancy
we can drag thru
/ 81 am sure we cam" Eve laughed
I and rose.
/ A moment later they were among
the dancers, but it was all dream to
| Eve. she could not realize that John
] drawers arm was in reality touching
1 the back of her Poiret costume and
that her own hand lay on his. 1t
must be dream, and she would wake
/ to find that she did not even know
him.
! However, Travers made it more
than apparent that he was actually
there.
He kept up light conversation at a
quite alarming extent for him. 1t was
almost as if he were trying to erase
for a few wonderful moments the
tragic scenes that had crowded them
selves before his tired brain during
four long years of war. He was fight
ing the awful reality of war as he had
seen it. but. too, the British in him
! was fighting to remain sensible
There was something very, very
, compelling in the charming Eve. and
he Wanted not to become entirely at
the mercy of the first attractive girl
with whom he had danced in four
| years. Yet there was no denying the
Etremor that her hand was sending up
his arm nor the delightful content
mentl her presence near him was pro-
ducing.
Are you going to be in our country
very long?' he found Eve to be ask
ing.
| ITravers swiftly calculated the num-
Der of weeks his lectures would take
so for the advancement of his court
ship of Eve. He made up his mind
that the latter would not take over
long if he had all the say SO, and an
swered Eve when it was all thought
out
There are one or two things I must
attend to when my lectures are fin
: ished. You American girls are tre-
mendously clever at giving strangers
the right of way in New York-sO per-
haps may call on you to help me de-
eide my course. If you assist, I will
be back in England before three
months have passed"
/ ! Eve pondered for a long time on
TraverS'S words and found them food
for reflection-quite. quite romantic
reflections.
II have SO enjoyed assisting yea this
afternoon that 1 am positive when you
ask a great favor 1 will be there to
help you" she said. Her voice was
wonderfully soft and Travers sensed
4 a warmth as well in its depths.
At least he knew he would not re-
turn to England without Eve some
where on the steamer, and she would
be looking forward to a wonderful fu-
ture commensurate to the romance of
their first meeting.
I Copyright, 1919. by the Mcclure News
paper Syndicate.)