The Laurens advertiser. (Laurens, S.C.) 1885-1973, 1921-11-23

SiiNc. oilc says TIC doesn't nnpr1t u;
Mr.. Dill wasn't anything like tbis
about her"
Mr.. Atwatcr smiled family. Mrs
Dill wasn't anything like julia"
No" said his wife. "She was
quite sensible girl. I'd hate to he
IN her place, now, though, when she
tells Noble about this"
How can Mrs. Dill tell him, since
she doesn't know 1t herself?"
"Well--pcrhaps she ought to know
It, so that she could tell him. Some.
body ought to tell him, and it ought
to be done with the greatest tact. IT
ought to be broken to him with the
most delicate care and sympathy, or
the conscquences-"
Nobody could foretcll the conse.
quenccs," her husband interrupted--
mo matter how tactfully It's broken
to Noble"
NO" she said, II suppose that's
true. I think he's likely to lose his
reason unless 1t Is done very tacttul,
ly, though"
DO you think we really ought to
tell Mrs. Dill, Mollie? mean, seri.
ously: Do your"
For some moments she considered
his question; then aswered, mo. It's
possible we'd be following Christian
course in doing It; but still we're rath-
er bound not to speak Of 1t outside the
family, and when 1t does get outside
the family I think we'd better not be
the ones esponsble-especially since
1t might easily be traced to us. I
think It's usually better to keep out
Of things when there's any doubt"
Eyes" he said, medtating. az nev.
er knew any harm to come off peoples
sticking to their own affairs"
But as he and HIS wife became ST.
lent for time, musing In tho Are
light their daughters special convic-
tions were far from coinciding with
theirs. although she, likewise, was al-
lent--a strangeness in her which they
should have observed. hut 80 Har
were they from true comprehension
of her. they we're unaware that she
had more than casual, young.cou-
sinly interest in Julia Atwater's en-
gagement and In those possible con-
sequences to Noble Din, which they
had sketched with some Intentional
exaggeration, and decidedly without
the staggering seriousness attributed
to their predictions by their daughter.
They did not even notice her express
sion when Mr.. Atwater snapped on
the light, In order TO read, and she
went quietly out Of the library and up
to her own room.
On the floor, near her bed, where
Patty Fairchild had left her coat and
hat, Florence made her second dis
covery. Two small, folded slips Of
pnper lay there. dropped by Miss Fair
child when she put on her coat In the
darkcning room. They were the re-
plies to Patty's whispered questions,
In the game on the steps-thc pledged
Truth, written by Henry Rooter and
Herbert Atwater on their sacred words
and honOrs. The infatuated pair had
either everestimated Patty's caution,
or else each had thought she would
so prize his little mlssive that she
would treasure II In tender safety,
perhaps pinned upon her blouse (at
the first opportunity over the heart,
1t is positively safe to say that neither
Of the two veracities would ever have
been set upon paper had Herbert and
Henry any foreshadowing that Patty
might be careless; and the partners
would have been seized with the ut
NEST horror could they have conceived
the possibility Of their trustful mes.
snges ever falling into the hands of
the relentless creature who now, with
out an instant's honorable hesitation,
unfoded and read them.
"Yes, II I got to tell the truth, !
know I have got pretty eyes," Herbert
had unfortunately written. az am glad
YOU think so, too, Patty, because your
eyes Gro too. Herbert nllngsworth
Atwater, Jr."
And Mr. Henry Rootar had likewise
ruined himself n q colncidental man
ner.
"Well, Patty, my eyes are pretty,
but suppose ,uld like to trade with
yours because you have beautiful eyes,
also, sure as my name Is Henry
Rooter."
Florence stood close to tho pink
shaded alarfrtc drnnlto,ht oynr how