The Daily Ardmoreite. [volume] (Ardmore, Okla.) 1893-current, 1922-06-01
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III you're content" he mump'eo
''daresay there's nothing more
to be said"
She nodded gaily. repeating the woru'
"Nothingr' in a flute.likc note OF mirth'
Hanging his head, he began wretcheoiy
to stuff the plunder into his pockets
muttering half to himself; "What
pty If only 1 could have bad DIT
of luck! If only We could have MT
II Off,
III you hurry" she reminded him.
you can catch the night train lor
San Francisco. you can just about
make It,"
well :" He glanced uneasily al
her. and again was conscious or the
heat in his cheeks 80 it comes TO
this at last >. eh? goodby!
"Goodby" she reepated, amiably cas-
| ual.
II daresay =" He gave dubious
chuckle. "Daresay it's stupid but, well,
the usual thing, you know :"
Usual thing?" she parroted, with
family knitted br0ws.
ITO kiss godby."
"Youll miss your train"
He developed u moment Of desper-
ately sincere emotion Fan! you've
been a perfect brick to me. perfect
brick feel like dog. leaving you
like this"
"Oh!' she said as one INDUCES Il
| III ily n
kiss me, Harry, 90 ahead"
Nevertheless she turned her mouth
aside, his lips brushed only her powder
ed cheek. Then she stepped back to
her mirror and with a puff made good
the imperceptible damage done by the
caress. The glass showed Lontaine's
shadow sinking out. She heard him
blunder through the living-room. the
sham of the screen door. And her hand
fumbled, the powder.puff dropped un
needed, mist drifted across her vision
she gasped a breathless "Damn" Tear:
mean a wrecked makeup
Though there was need enough fol
haste il he were TO cary out the plar
she made for him, Lontaine dragged
slowly down the walk, with hangdog
air. the hands in his POCKETS fngerint
the price Of the last sorry shreds OF hi
self.respect In the darkness the flesl
of his face stil buried with fire o
Beside the car he halted and reste'
' with a hand on the door for so long
. time that the chauffeur grew inquisl
g tive.
Where 20. Mr. LontaineT
:, mo. by Godl' Lontaine blurted int
:, the man astonshed face. and whirlin
about: strode hastily back to the bur
galow.
As he drew near he could hear Far
ny's voice. She was at the telephon
= in the nving.room, calling a numbe
he didn't catch: Summerlad's no doub'
Hello? Is it you, dear? Fanny
First chance I've had Poor dsrlin&
I've been aching to see you all day an
= tell you how ] sympathized Yes
any time you please as soon as yo
like No: he won't mind, he
:. I mean, I'm all alone. Besides. W
:. had a little talk tonight. came to a
- understanding. He won't be In ou
10 way after this ever again, Barr
"A dear :"
Something amused her, peals OF mi
sical laughter haunted Lontaine dow
i, the walk. Union Pacific Station
:, he cried, throwing himself into II
. car. Drive like hellr
xxx.
That sunset whose reluctant wanin
Lontaine was presently to watch fro
~, the bungalow veranda was still gloi
i, in the sky when Lucinda motored
cd Beverly Hills.
vs. It seemed a churlish chance inde'
II that ordained q reception for her e
on slusiyely at the hands OF semi-int'
ligible Jap, who uttered assorted fra
ments Of English TO the general sen
,e. that Mister was having his foot treat
ay at the moment but would soon be d
to engaged.
She put off her wrap. made ~
self at home, and sought but son
an. how failed TO distill compensati
thrill from the reflection that she wol