Harrisburg telegraph. [volume] (Harrisburg, Pa.) 1879-1948, 1919-01-15
THE HEART BREAKER
2 A REAL AMERICAN LOVE STORY
4. by VIRGINIA TERHUNE VAN DE WATER


If she did not love him, and yet
had allowed him to embrace her as
she had done, it was useless to
argue with her.
Honora Uneasy.
Yet Honora was very uneasy.
Perhaps, after all, Mildred was in
love with Chandler. For the sake
of her faith in her sisters delicacy
of feeling and innate refinement,
Honora almost wished this was so.
On the other hand, when she
thought of Chandler's record, her
heart sank within her. If Mildred
loved Tom, there was only misery
ahead for her.
Honora was seized with an illogi-
cal desire to talk this matter over
with Arthur. Then she sneered at
herself as she appreciated the in
congruity of such an idea.
Arthur had telephoned several
days ago to say that he was un-
usually busy and could not call at
the Brant home this week, as he had
hoped to do.
Perhaps, Honora reflected, If Ar
thur had been here Tom might not
have found Mildred such an easy
prey to his loverly attentions.
The younger girl. had dropped an
elaborately casual remark to the
effect that she expected Tom Chan
dler to call on Saturday night.
Therefore Honora was not surprised
when her sister put on an elaborate
semi-evening gown just before din
ner, but she forbore to make any
mention of it.
Yet, as the evening wore itself
away, and Tom did not appear,
Honora was sorry for the youAger
girl. Once Mildred went out into
the hall and called up DIR. Chand-
ler's house. Honora heard her ask
the servant who answered the tele-
phone If "Mr. Tom Chandler was at
home" She also heard her repeat
increduously, "Out of town for the
night! Are your sure? Very we'll.
No, there is no message"
When Mildred came back into the
library Honora did not look up from
her book, but pretended to be SO
not noticed her sisters departure or
return.
Mildred a Kill-Joy
After some minutes silence, dur
ing which Mildred sat gazing mood
lily into the open fire, the reader
laid down her book.
Suppose" she suggested, that
we play cards."
II don't feel like it," Mildred said
listlessly. "Hark! Just listen to
that rain!"
Its a regular equinoctial storm,
isn't it?" Honora commented. do
you remember how, when we were
kiddies, we used to sit here by the
fire with mother on stormy even
ings and pretend that the wind was
wolves crying outsider" 'f
YES" Mildred said. "It must
have been rather stupid in those
days, just as 1t is now-only we did
not know It,"
"It was not stupid" Honora de-
INJURED, land, dear, 1t is not stupid
now If we only get interested in a
lot of things"
Aren't you ever bored?" her sis
ter inquired curiously.
NO." was the honest response.
mot bored. I am sometimes bit
depressed"
"You have so little that's inter-
esting in your life 1 should think
you would be bored" Mildred OBJ
served, with sisterly candor.
Honora glanced at the clock.
Suppose" irrelevantly, that we go
to bed now. Well have to make an
early start tomorrow to get to
Hartford in time for that funeral at
two o'clock" o..
Mildred laughed harshly. you
actually are reminding me Of that
funeral as if it were a means of
diversion!" she exclaimed. "You
are certainly queer one, Honora.
No wonder you never get bored, If
fune: ais are the type of entertain
ment you enjoy!"
Ito be continued)