The Bemidji daily pioneer. [volume] (Bemidji, Minn.) 1904-1971, 1922-07-05
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You did It because She stopped In
al the midst Of the sentence. It had oc
Cured to her that this subject war
more dangerous even than silence.
s II did 1t because he was the man
you were goin' to marry" he said.
They moved side by side through
+ the shadows. In the faint light he
could make out the fine line Of her
4 exquisite throat. After a moment she
spoke. YOU'RE a. good friend, Clay.
II II was big thing to do. don't know
Il anybody else except Dad that would
have done It for me- 'a' ~.
You don't know anybody else that
loves you rs much as I do" ~&:E -.
Il 1t was out at last, quietly and with
ont, any sdramatics. A fash of soft
syes dartsd at him, then yelled the
shining. tenderness beneath long lashes.
1--WE had an attack Of common
sense" he went on. and in his voice
was. q strength both audacious and
patient. i"I thought at first I couldn't
4 hope to win you because Of your for.
time and what it had done for you.
Even when knew you liked me I
felt 1t wouldn't be- fair for me to ask
you. I couldn't offer you the ad-
ylntages you'd had. But I've changed
my mind. I've been watching what
II n money does to. yore friends. 1t makes
h them soft. They flutter around like
4 butterflies They're paupers-a good
many Of them-because they don't pay
their way. A mans tramp If he
doesn't saw wood for his breakfast.
y don't want you to get like that, and
IL you stay here long enough you sure
viii. It's In my, heart that If youth
come with me we'll live"
In the darkness she made rustllng
IL p,Otement toward him. A little sob
welled upGin her throat as her hands
lifted to him. "Oh, Clay! I've fought
against 1t. I didn't want to, butt
, love you. Oh, do love you'll" !
& !, He took her llssom young body in
4 hfs arms. Her lips lifted to his.
Presently they walked forward slow.
Il H.! Clay had never seen her more love-
Y W and radiant. though tears still chung
to the outskirts Of her Joy:
.''We're II going to live-oh, every
hour!'. she cried to the stars, her
< lovers hand in hers. 80. ..
Ma Johnnie felt that Kitty's farewell
/ dinner had gone very well. It was her
hrst essay as hostess, and all of
them had enjoyed themselves. But,
u 20 far as he could see, 1t had not
81 achieved the results for which they
had been hoping. ....
Clay came home late and next morn
inF was full of plans about leaving.
'.Two more days and we'll hit the
trail for good old Tucson" he said
cheerfully. H..
'Y'betcha, by jollies," agreed his
3 bandy-legged shadow.
81 None the less Johnnie was dis
Il tressed. He believed that his friend
Y vas concealing nm aching heart be-
meath all this attention to impending
details. AS a Benedict he considered
Sit his duty to help the rest Of the
world get married too. A bachelor
/ Was 4 boob. He didn't know what was
..fst.lny; was fond of Miss Beatrice. and
u she Thought henn Of him. You
sAssednltin'i foot Johnnie. No, Stree!
IL ys'f.ll. them: w. .'
" a; II. S''fa. -" 'hr sad plight Of these
;:a ~. ~, vin' were tn" coy or too
3 ~ '.n.", VI ~ VAS best for
4 them, Johnnie suddenly slapped him
Il self d ySwhack on the, thigh. A bril-
liant idea had flashed into his cranl-
Mn. It proceeded to grow until he
WIZ like to burst with 1t. I'll,
When Lindsay rose from breakfast
M. was mysterlously beckoned into
IA another x room. Johnnie outlined
q sk&tchily and with good deal of hes
itation. what he had In mind. Clay's
eyes daneed with that spark OF mis-
4 chief his friends had learned to recog-
Il nitA as; a danger signal. III.
Il. fOu'rew some sure-enough wizard.
Johlnie,"r he admitted. II expect
you've right about girls not Known
theiE own minds. You've had more
s4pxt lence with women than I have.
IL You say the proper thing to do Is
to aSduct Miss Whitford and take her
Wit us, why & s EN-
!. dict In while you got to play like
you,fe gonna treat 'em rough" said
MI. Green sagely, blushing a tritle
Ii nsvsftheless. ~ a.,...~ =.
4 '.Xll right. I'll let you engineer this
if II can make up my mind to 1t after
rye milled 1t over. can see you
tn6wswhat you're doin'."
The conspirators arranged details.
Johnnie was the brains Of the kidnap-
my. Clay bought the tickets and was
i 10 take charge of the prisoner after
the train was reached. They decided
It would be best to get stateroom for
the girl. 4,
ave wantta make 1t as easy as we
can Tor her" said Johnnie. 20 course
itsall for her own good, hut we don't
figure to treat her noways but like the
princess she Is" 4. :
n I ..Yes, agreed Clay humlly.- 1T. >. \