The Morning Tulsa daily world. [volume] (Tulsa, Okla.) 1919-1927, 1922-09-10

est homoSpun American boy ike
Charles Ray happened to come to
her rescue?
Yet 1t must be there we're DIFF.
fereuces, even among foreigners.
Had he been running true TO form
this boy, minutes ago, would have
been on his knees on the floor OF
the taxi, one hand on his heart,
the other reaching for hers TO press
a kiss upon the back OF IT,
But he-he didn't seem to care
whether she had been hurt or not.
The only concern he had shown
up to now was an ability to move
those queer, beautiful hands Of his.
a hot resentment burned in her
newt words
oh. well, OF course. II you aren't
hurt that's all that matters"
Ile did not, she thought, instant.
ly perceive the satiricai sense Of
that, not even with the heavily
stressed you" to point Z. out 10
him. Then She saw that his hands
were trembling aud that slow,
deep flush was beginning to suf-
fuse his face. She felt an answer.
ing warmth color her own cheeks
a. he answered:
"G think you have save my life
at the great risk Of your own. But
] am sull unbeieying with sur.
prise. II all happen so very
quick--out OF nowhere. You move
so sure, so exactly right--not like a
woman--while | am all distract.
But | think because you come to
help. that great engine might have
killed YOU as well as me-"
"Oh. that was nothing" said the
Princess, hastily because she found
she was trembling now, especially
about the lips. She essayed
laugh. That used to be my regular
stuff" she concluded.
He repeated regular stuff just
as an echo; then, satisfied that he
knew what It meant, dissented
vigorously. "No-no, that was not
regular stun. That was heroique!"
At that the Princess was appalled,
by the discovery that she was going
TO cry; she did not know why, but
she couldn't help It. There was
something so beautiful about the
dignity with which he had answered
her taunt; there was something
beautiful about his funny speech
that, all by itself, made a lump
come in her throat--made her feel
small and utterly forlorn.
"You weep!" he cried IN a tone
nf anute distress "Yon think ]
am migrate! You, too, think | am
nothing but a machine; but that is
where they make their mistake. ls
that what make you cry, because
you think | do not care?"
The Princess pressed her lips
together and tried to hold her
breath, but It only made the next
sob all the worse. The tears were
trickling down her face, and she
felt vaguely about her for the mesh
bag that had her handkerchief in
1t. Failing to find It she instinc-
lively brought her left arm around
so that its sleeve might serve.
But It was that arm Of hers that
had been between him and the
pavement, and Its torn, mudsatur-
ated sleeve could not answer even
a need as dire as that Of the Prln-
cess, The childlike gesture, how
ever, disclosed state Of things OF
which she had not been aware,
and horrifying to him. There was
blood as well as mud.streaks on
the forearm-glass cuts from tho
smashed crystal OF her watch, which
in a deplorable state OF ruin dan
gled from her wrist.
With an inarticulate outcry he
gazed at that ensanguined snec-
tacle as one might gaze at the field
OF yesterdays battle; then he
whipped out a large white hand
kerchief.
ut Is terrible that you are so
wounded" he said. "But we are
taking You home quickly? You
live not far?"
81 live in California" she sobbed,
the mere momentum OF her weep.
ing not yet being quite spent, But
that sounded so ridiculous that she
laughed al the same time.
california;" he gasped. "A hos
plldl lUtu. iJD you hnb" WHrlo
one IS? An, he will know" and
he leaned forward, intent on hail
ing the chauffeur.
But she grasped him with mus
cular decision and hauled him
back on to the seat,
Don't be foolish!" she command
ed, "A hospital for two or three
little scratches like that Ny good
nessl Wouldn't have Just lived
IN one once II we paid any atten-
tion to such things?"
"But you were in great pain" he
argued "You were crying"
81 was not" she contradicted,
Anyway, It wasn't about that.
Really and truly this isn't any
thing at all"
She did love. though, hearing him
80 concerned about her, and did not
retire the arm into the background
again. She busted herself instead,
and called on him to help, at get
ting the handkerchief wrapped
around into a sort OF bandage.
The scratches, insignificant as
they were, did bleed freely, and II
wasn't more than a minute before
the red stain showed through. He
turned suddenly away from her,