Free trader-journal and Ottawa fair dealer. (Ottawa, Ill.) 1920-1927, 1922-06-01
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III you're content" he mumbled
"daresay there's nothing more
TO be said"
She nodded gaily repeating the
word. Nothing" in a llutc-likc note
OF mlrth. Hanging his head, he be.
gan wretchedly to stuff the plumber
Into his pockets, mutterIng half to
himself: what a pity! If only |
could have had a bit of luck! If only
we could have hit it Off"
,''If you hurry" she reminded him,
you can catch the night train for
San Francisco. you can just about
make It,"
We'll ." lie glanced uneasi.
ly at her, and again was conscious
OF the heat in his checks. so It
comes to this at last Ell?
Eoodby''
"Goodby," she repeated, amiably
casual.
Il daresay =" He gave Il
dubious chuckle. "Daresay it's stu.
pid but, well, the usual thing, you
know E"
Usual thing" she parroted, with
family knitted brOws.
ITO kiss goodby."
You'll miss your train
He developed moment OF des-
perately sincere emotion; Fan,
you've been pcrect brick to me. a
perfect brick. ! feel like dog,
leaving you like this
oh" she said, as one INDUCES Il
persistent child-"if you really want
to kiss me, Harry, 20 ahead
Nevertheless she turned her mouth
aside, his lips brushed only her pow
dered 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 liv.
.ingroom, the slam of the screen
door And her hand fumbled. the
powder puff dropped UNDECIDED, mist
drifted across her vision. she gasped
a breathless Damn" Tears meant
wrecked makeup
Though there was need enough for
haste If he We're to carry out the
plan she made for him, LOntaine
dragged slowly down the walk, with
a hang,doE air, the hands in his
pockets lingering the price of the
last sorry shrods of his self.rcspect.
In the darkness the flesh of his face
still burned with fire Of shame
Beside the car he halted and rested
with q hand on the door for so long
time that the chauffeur grew in.
quistve.
Where to. Mr. Lontaine
80. by Cod" Lontainc blurtcd
into the mans astonishcd face, and
whirlinG about, STROBE hastily back
to the bungalow
AS he drew near he could hear
Fanny's voice. She was at the telc-
phone in the lWmEroom, calling a
number he didn't catch; Summer.
lads no doubt
Hello? Is it you, dear? Fanny .
First chance I've had . Poor
darling. I've been aching to see you
ali day and tell you how | Sympa.
th2cd Yes: any time YOU
please, as soon AS You like No:
he won mind he / mean, I'm
all alone, BESIDES, we had little
talk tonight, came to an understand.
ing lie won't be in our way after
this ever again, Barry dear ="
Something amused her, pcals Of
musical laughter haunted I.Ontainc
down the walk. "I'nion Pacific Sta
ton" he cried, throwing himself
into the car. Drive like hcr"'
xxx
THAT sunset whose reluctant
waning Lontairc was presently
to watch from the BUNGALOW We.
randi was stilI 4 gloev IN the Sky
when Lucinda motored to Beverly
Hills.
1t seemed a churlish chance in.
decd that ordained Il reception for
her exclusively at the hands Of a
semitnteliigibIe Jap, who uttered
assorted fragments Of English to the