The Farmington times. (Farmington, St. Francois County, Mo.) 1905-1926, 1919-01-10

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the man looking at her. He pretend
ed he had not seen, but she knew he
, had. With toss Of her head she went
i back to the hammock.
Miss Kelso, do you think I have
smallpox" Somehow he had found
out her name. Caroline looked up
from her book to find him bending over
her.
Goodness, no! Why?" she cried.
He pointed to spot on his fore
head. Caroline gave n sigh of relief
as she looked more closely at 1t. ut
Is only freckle," she laughed. "You
have two or three of them"
That started conversation. II be-
gan with frecklcs and ended with
books and flowers. His name was Mr..
Latlmer she learned, but by the sec
ond day they were calling each other
Harry Nnd Caroline. How she ever
could have thought he was n bore was
more than she knew. He was really
delightful. When the quarantine was
lifted ut the end of ten days they
were genuinely sorry.
They both went back to the grind,
meeting only at breakfast, but they
were different breakfasts after that,
and when they caught up with their
work they were going to become bet
ter friends, they assured each other
One morning the mail brought Caro-
line big surprSe--a check from the
publisher Of a magazine. She had not
remembered sending any stories to
him. The magazine was published in
the city, too. What stories had she
sent? Then she remembered hurying
the two In the garden. They were
probably destroyed by that time. A
look ut the letter that accompanied
them startled her. The check was for
those two stories. Then it occurred
to her that Harry Latlmer had no
doubt sent them in and forgotten to
erase her name from them and the
publisher had given her credit for
them. lie had stolen them. He who
hated romance could not write roman
tic stories, SO he had taken hers. The
wretch She would call on The editor
that very day to learn how lie had
got them.
When Caroline was uShcrcd into the
editorial room Of the magazine she
gasrcd, There sat Harry ut the desk
He knew why she had come.
"Sit down." he smiled. as It about
your storicSf'
yes" she said meekly. "Wherc did
you get thcm?"
"The sandman gave them to me-" he
laughed. 81 am mighty grateful to him
for them, for they are very good"
"Thcy are not" she said seriously.
"They are wrctchcd. You bought them
just to please me-"
"No, l didn't. I'm not bit romantic.
business comes first with me. Your
stories are going to prove n buried
treasure in more ways than one"
Caroline tried to persuade him that
the stories were poor ones, but he
would not listen to her.
won't You come to dinner with
me-" he asked as she was going. II
have something I want to saw tn Won
"N'hat?" she asked half dismuvrd
"Cau't Won pucssg" he smiled
"liut you're not q bit romuntic.' she
nlUshrd. ~ shall never forget the dis
gust In YOUR tone one Morning whom
YOU said: nnDnrrr-lulr Van used
TO hr q terrific Lnrc at hr,oL.,st"
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like rolnauce when I road notllfno hut
rumnu,lr MANUSCRIPTS d.ry in and d,v
ont. hate the very word"
"Whrn the right g."l comes along
Won viii be as romantic MS anyone"
she n"ophcSicd.
"Eut YOU are thp right rirl--thr only
cut you will he nothing. You are the