South Bend news-times. (South Bend, Ind.) 1913-1938, 1921-12-02
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after all? His voice broke across
my musings
Come on. tell your husband
don't want TO think I'm the only
LADY in the family. and I'll tell you
that II anybody had asked me my
own name part OF the time this last
hour, I couldn't have answered II
| correctly"
"Oh. Dickyi" I chung 10 him con-
vulsively. the relief Of. his words
bringing the quick tears 10 my eyes.
for me tonight but you, just you.
Don't let's spoil the evening by talk
ing about anything else"
Yes. we will" There was OBJ
stinacy as we'll as tenderness in
Dicky's tone Il know your honest
soul and the stiff-necked pride OF
yours well enough TO realize that
nothing but a mighty big emergency
would have set you off on this track
tonight. You'd mther win your
point by the Queensberry rules. SO
tell me what's on your mind, sweet
heart I'll promise TO let no little
lamb have anything on me for meek
ness"
It's about the house" I said
quavering. "Oh Dicky, I've hunted
all over this territory and it's the
same as it is everywhere else. Moth
ing at all TO rent. and only prohibit
tive places TO buy. But there's a
small farm, with one of those solidly
built old houses which would lend
itself 10 anything we wanted TO do
with il, and the most wonderful view
Of the ocean from the top OF the
hill. back Of it., and lilacs and old
apple trees-you'd want to paint all
day long if you saw them-but it's
in the most awful state"
us il worth $4,000" Dicky
struck in
"How-how did you know?"
asked. banally enough.
1T hardly requires a Sherlockian
mind, YOU know" Dick laughed.
You ask that I bring you a certified
check for $4,000. the full amount Of
your patrimOny. then tell me there's
nothing TO rent, and begin TO des-
up. old dear It's nearly train time"
7 am stupid" 1 sighed. but
honestly. DiclIy. I've trailed houses
until I'm only fit for an imbecIles'
home"
Il know" His hand closed COM
fortingly over mine. You've had
the brunt of everything. But I'm
on the job now. Where is this
placer"
Next the TIGER home"
Anybody in ito"
mo, the people moved out yester-
day"
why can't we go over and look
at it now?"
Ny heart gave a little hopeful
beat. I knew Dicky's artist soul
If he ever saw that lovely though
dnapidated old place by moonlight.
| especially that view from the hill. he
would not rest until he had posses
sion Of it,
There is no reason in the world
! why"
All right. Let's go"
He rose, swung me to my feet,
I held me close for a minute with
tender. lingering kiss, then tucked
my hand under his arm, and struck
| off across the sandy beach at n pace
that taxed me TO keep up with him.
The house hunters on the trail, ="
ne chanted gayly. and I saw that
the idea Of the old house had fired
his imagination. and that he was all
| imTatience to view It.
No lingering on the road back
drove the car as fast as I dared, and
IL was but a few minutes until we
/ had turned into the lilac bordered
| driveway. The old place looked in
| describably lovely browsing in the
/ moonlight. but il was not until we
| had left the car, climbed the hill in
the rear. and looked over the moon
lit slope TO the village and ocean
below. that Dicky spoke.
Il don't care If every timber in the
house is falling 10 pieces" he de-
clared. Here's where we live"