The Wolf Point herald. (Wolf Point, Mont.) 1913-1940, 1923-08-09
How He Revived
Her Love
BY CORONA
D. lee. BIZ MeCIure Newspaper sxndical.

thinking things over for weeks altt
at last I've made up my mind"
Fred Ormsby crossed his Ions
slender legs and lighted a cigar.
"Oh, do tell ne, Fred. You know
I'm Interested in anything that con
Germs you"
Jeanette McDowee, In her little pinB
organdie, looked like some fairy thing
as she sat beside her lover and looked
up at him, her big brown eyes wide
with curiosity.
Eyes, you're interested In me ex-
cept when it comes to marrying me-"
said the man half bitterly.
"Now, Fred, don't be horrid and
begin that all over again." she begged,
but tell me what 1t was you were
going to say"
"All right. It's going to be a long
talk"
do go on. How you do love to
create suspense, you old tease, you"
Pm not teasing. This is no light
matter. Jeanette, yesterday | was
thirty-three years old. 1t came to
me like a shock when | glanced up
at the calendar and realized it. Thirty
three is no longer young. Soon I'll
be getting bald and gray around the.
temples and not long after that I'll
be buying stouts and"
Mercy How morbid you are
tonight" laughed jeanette putting her
fingers in her ears. Il won't listen
to another word of such talk be-
cause I'm only ten years behind you
and women usually get there younger
than men and that makes it worse"
Ten years. If | were your age
would never have reached the con
clusion | did last night
"oh, yes. you were going to tell
me"
First of all. | don't want you to
think I'm cold-blOoded or calculatin.
Or anything Of the sort. I'm Simply
trying to make the best | can ont OF
life. | don't want to take the sten
I'm about to take. but ii Gems the
lesser of two evils. Since I've been
proposing to you at regular intervals
for over u year and You've turrpl
me down every time. I've deciip
there's no hope. AT first it nearly
drove me mad. and | vowed I'D never
marry any one if | couldn't marry you.
but the idea of a lonely old age was
too much for me, and nj - O'Clock
tonight I'm going to Chicago to ask
Agnes Rawson TO marry me. I met
her five years ago. and we've kept
up the acquaintance ever since. If
had never known you | should
probably have been very happy with
her. AS it is, Tn going to make tie
best of it and pray that | shall make
her the husband she deserves"
For one stunned moment Jeanette
at the man beside her. Could
It be possible that this was the man
who had been at her beck and call
for three years? Could this be the
man who had sworn that he could
never bear the thought of loving an
woman? Could this be the man
had always depended upon to dc
she wanted-tO come when
The wanted-to go when and where
The wanted? Yet, after all. why
ihouldn't he? It was certainly just
md fair and she had had her chancf
Three whole years of his love and
ime and attention.
He waited tenseIy for her to SAY
omething.
Il hope you don't think any ire
ess Of me for it, he said at last
That's one thing I simply couldn-
"Why, no, Fred, how could L? b..
ides, it makes it so much easier for
ne to tell you something I think yov
ught to know"
Heavens! Is there sometime
roubling you, toO?"
"N-no, not troubling me. only
lloyd Wilson wired yesterday he'd be
ere tomorrow and-and he wants me
marry him-and I think I'll say
res You know we were together y
God bit the first year l met you. Thea
e moved to Springfield. Remember
"Yes, I remember him and. LORI.
ow ! envy him !"
"WeIl, aren't you going to wish me
ny happiness or anythingY asked
Indignantly.
"Of course I do, dear. / wish you
the happiness l would love to give
ou myself"
THANK you, Fred. You're an old
ear"
During the rest of the evening
was amazingly cheerful and
vacious. Fred w~retchedly decided
: had never seen her quite so happy
Id when he said good-by he could
.arcely keep the huskiness out of his
ice. '
"WeT1 always be friends. won't wex'
!, asked.
Always" she answered warmly. {
Jeanette spent a restless night, but
she entered the breakfast room her
were brilliant with suppressed ex-
tement and Mrs. McDowee was at a
to understand her daughters pc |
liar manner !