The Bamberg herald. [volume] (Bamberg, S.C.) 1891-1972, 1921-03-17

wait and take fremont, all Of him,
with honor"
"What do you mean? What did
you heary' cried Miss Van T. angrily,
her pale face suddenly flushing.
"From the start of the ride to the
finish I heard every word" declared
Mr.. Randolph frankly, land more"
"And more" repeated the hard
pressed girl. "What do you mean by
more?" She still tried to browbeat
him, but remembering one incredibly
long kiss, her eyes fell in the unequal
battle with Bobby's and attempted to
create diversion by staring at his gall
tered legs and heavily booted feet.
Look up, Madge. Look at me-"
said Mr.. Randolph and waited patient.
ly until Irst her long lashes fiuttered
and then her lovely eyes swept slowly
10 to his face. ''That's it," he cor
tfnued as their looks met and locked.
Lets hold that 80 we can't lie."
"Why should I lie if you really heard
everything?" asked Miss Van T., and
suddenly smiled.
"Madge, you little devil" said Mr..
Randolph, suppressing an impulse to
shake her, "can you think of what
you've been doing and laugh?'
eyes, I can, just now," said Miss
Van T., in little gasping phrases that
to a man, especially one Of Mr.. Ran
dolph's limpid nature, carried only
their face value in words, but which
to any woman would have read as
plainly as the redweather signal
'Look out for showers Of tears fol-
lowed by storm"
"Well," said Mr.. Randolph solemnly,
"if you really don't realize just where
you have been, let me tell you. First
you flew high into clean air and you
took fremont with you. You were
possessed of a vision and you made
him see it, too, mirage of those
lifted places that are the altar Of the
mind before love. Just mirage, an
illusion of perfect happiness, which
cold reason tells US we can't ever turn
! into reinforced concrete and plant IN
the yard, but which we must either
! forever hold as a vision or admit that
love is a sordid and wingless thing"
Miss Van Tellier's eyes fell from
; his frank gaze. Something seemed to
crumple within her; she put her arms
around Mr.. Randolph's neck, clung
! to him. dropped her face against his
shoulder and sobbed, not noisily, but
as one who weeps to rest.
! He held her close to him and went
on, his face set as though to a duty.
'sThen what did you do? Because he
hesitated, merely hesitated at the high
door of alteration, you promptly
slammed it and dropped plumb
straight down like that traitor arch
angel Johnny out of heaven into the
arms of hell"
Bobby" cried Miss Van t. throw
! ing back her head and struggling to
release herself. How dare you say
a thing like that? How dare you be
here, anyway? I hate you. I don't
: know how I ever could have thought
: I loved you. I fell, but it was into
Beacher's arms, and wish I was there
right now" More sobs, convulsive
ones, that shook the slim body in Mr..
Randolph's embrace from twitching
shoulder to tired feet.
! Lest the reader be startled by what's
coming next it will do we'll to remind
him that this poignant scene was
staged at three o'clock in the morning
on the high stoop Of the Van Teller
residence in East Ninth street and
never left the perimeter Of the door
mat which in itself presented an al
most feminine contradiction, in that
it bore done in red on it's face, the
word "Welcome," but was neverthe-
less padlocked and chained to the iron
railing.
| Even as Miss Van Teller was Sob
bing her heart out and Mr.. Randolph
was standing in the bewilderment of
one who knows he has not only taken
the wrong turning but placed both his