The Washburn times. [volume] (Washburn, Wis.) 1896-1976, 1919-04-03

he aided the girl to her scar. was the
ore he had seen in the morning, the
face of Lucy.
For short space the two watched
the white ribbon of road unwinding be-
fore them.
But the mans chance had come.
$50 you are Lucy?" he said.
The girls cheeks went dull red, but
the hazel eyes did not lift from the
road.
Eyes, I am Lucy-here at the
Adairs'. lied this morning"
Lucy what? Still Van SAINT, as last
summer? Or Adai'-?" Into his tones
there crept a furt.ve sheer.
The girls voice remained even.
"Still Lucy Van SAINT"
II should like to tell you something"
Ford began finally. "Shall I" He
half-swerved the machine in the direc-
ton of secluded road.
The girl seemed to hesitate. The
hazel eyes were flashing. "Why do
you worry me-now?" she questioned
"Now?"
Eyes, now" the girl repeated. isn't
it too late? 1 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, 81 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 RenneIl, rich young fellow
from Helena. In reality / was what !
am now"
"Oh!" the girl exclaimed.
II met you. / loved you. But l
fought against it. had only little
money. You were rich. And at first,
even if you came to care, I didn't see
'Then, that night by the Needles
I found you cared. I couldn't tell you
who I was-there. But in my room
resolved to tell you everything the next
morning"
Open-eyed, the girls white face had
reen growing whittier.
"And ask you to marry me-pOor as
I was. In the morning hurried to
your hotel. They said you had gone.
They gave me note. Here it is"
From his pocket Ford drew crump-
led sheet of paper. Bending forward
the girl read the words:
"Jack: l have learned that you are
poor. 1 cannot marry a poor man."
The girl was striving to speak. But
was all, Lucy"
Before he had finished, the girls
face was turned entreatingly to his.
"Jack, Jack, didn't mean that. That
was the first note I wrote. You see,
that night, when I returned to the
hotel, / found a letter from my aunt.
She is very plain spoken. She called
me name-she said / was fortune
hunter"
"What-" said the man beside her.
w at. hSI llC ~ Oh. pOAuCA ca
over the name. There were reasons
why it cut. AT last I scratched that
wretched thing, to end it ali, and began
packing, but, just as 1 finished, just
as the cab came, began to hope.
couldn't help it"
'Lucy!" With sharp jerk, Ford
stopped the machine.
"No." The girl pushed aside the
mans eager arms. "Wait until I fin
| ish-I wrote a second note, telling you
the truth-about myself, and asking
you, if you still cared, to come to me
in New York in January. And l tore
up, so I thought, the first sheet. The
six months passed. In January you
didn't come"
There was much the chauffeur did
not comprehend. But the lover was
impatient. Again he opened his arms.
The hazel eyes looked straight into
Ford's. They were misty now. 'But,
Jack, don't you see"
"What, sweetheart?"
"Who I am. I thought, until just
now, you were rich. From Helena and
awfully rich; but you arep't-are you,
dear?
II was masquerading, too. My aunt
called me a fortune hunter; that drove
me away. In real life I'm only the
| Adairs'-nursemaid."
The empty arms would no longer be
denied. The whisper to the down
| bent head of brown sounded like:
Darling, you've been a foolish, fool,
| ish little girl"