The Bottineau courant., 1922-12-21
The Came Of
Love
BY JUSTIN WENTWooD

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Copyright, 1922. Western Newspaper Union.
"Hugh, by heavens p s*5l.
Hugh's figure, side by side with
Lucy's, paced through the dark, and
Henry Wilcox watched them somberiy
from the window Of his office.
At first hideous thoughts filled his
heart, but then he grew calmer. He
had no great passions; all that he had
he had bestowed upon those two. Ik
was life. 1t was what he should llava
expected. 81 @.
He would live on and ON In his
great, lonely house, as he had done 80
many years. ...- r. sJ.
Henry Wilcox had never married.
He had loved in youth and he had been
betrayed. All his love had gone ont to
his nephew, Hugh, whom he had talk
en- in childhood from his dissoluta
brother, and to his ward, Lucy Pendle.
He had adopted her, too, when her
father, a distant cousin of his, had
died. That was years ago. And she
had twined herself round his heart.
Lucy was twenty-five, Henry VIII
cox was exactly twice her age. He
had always known the day must come
not expected that it would be Hugh.
Hugh and she had grown up together
from childhood. It was year since
they had met, and now ..
Well, he had been a fool to cherish
those dreams of her. An old fool, for
what part had youth with age1 A
mad fool, to dream that Lucy could
ever grow to care for him. .*..
They were coming In. He read tina
happiness in their faces. Lucy came TO
him and kissed him. She would never
know how it scared his heart, that
touch Of her lips on his.
"Had a good time, young peopler"
he asked cheerily.
"Pretty good" said Hugh. "By thu
way, Uncle, you know I'm leaving In
the morning? I've got something I
want to say to you first"
Tomorrow morning" said Wilcox.
with the mad desire to postpone his
inevitable fate.
And he paced his room for hours.
There had been a time when he al
most thought that Lucy cared for him.
What fool he had beenI
He went into the living room. "Good
night, my DEAR" he said, taking her
into his arms and kissing her again.
II hope you'll be very happy" he con-
tinued.
Lucy's eyes filed with tears. "Oh.
my dear, If you could know!" sha
murmured.
snow I won't have you crying
when you've nothing but happiness In
store for you!" said Wilcox. you
women don't seem to know the differ
ence between smiles and tears"
'They're not always very far from
each other, are they, my dear?" Lucy
murmured.
She looked at him In such q strange
way as she went out Of the room. He
wondered whether she guessed his
feeling for her. Yes, women were in
tuitivel Lucy must have known.
He waited for Hugh NEXT morning I'm
his Office. Hugh came running down
the stairs, carrying his travelling ban
youthful, vigorous, alert.
"You wanted TO see me, HughP
asked Wilcox.
"Yes," answered Hugh, looking q
little sheepish.
'It's about Lucy, supposer'
''It is," said Hugh. There was a sost
Of strange challenge In his voice.
"You want to marry herr"
"No. I don't" answered Hugh, ana
Wilcox stared at him In astonishmenk
II don't understand you," he said
coldly. 81 thought you and she cared
for each other"
"We do, all right, but not In that
way, Uncle Henry. The fact liz, we gut
on each others nerves dreadfully. But
I've been playing gooseberry ever
since I came back. You see, Lucy
thinks she's In love with another man
but she isn't sure he cares for heE.
and-between ourselves-I think that's
her idea of-sort Of encouraging him,
because he'll never speak unless ho
thinks he has a chance" He clasped
his uncle's hand. Il guess it's an
right, isn't it7'' he said. "Good luck
"You internal scoundreli" ejaculat.
Cd Wilcox.
But he could not trust himself b
ray another word. And he could hardly
believe. He waited, watching Hugh's
1.-THE figure disappear down the drivA
and then went into Lucy. r.
my dear, I'm an old fool, and pee.
haps I misunderstood him. But he
gave me to understand that your
heart was engaged. Is itT'
"Why, my dear, It's been engaged
ever since can remember |" Lucy m
swered. Z ss
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F. She put her arms softly about hiS
neck. aAnd I was sure You cared. md
there wasn't any other way, guardian,
dear" she murmured. y,
i. I'M Missed Main Event.
Bishop Moss of Nashville was talk
ing about church sensationalism
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