The Wolf Point herald. (Wolf Point, Mont.) 1913-1940, 1926-05-06

I shook as she began to pack the
plates together.
Lyster rose and went to stand by
the fire; he kicked at the glowing
logs viciously.
"Are you going to marry that
brute?" he asked CURLY.
Nan raised her eyes; for a moment
she could not speak.
He went on without waiting for
her answer.
Surely it's not such a very ex-
tr~aordinary thing to ask, is it, after
the other %afternoon7 It's no business
of mine. I admit. but He broke
off.
"Oh, no, it's no business Of yours"
she said recklessly.
He went on angrily: Seton is
no good. If he ever was a friend Of
mine-which [ doubt-all I al say
is that I've been a bigger fool than
I could ever have believed. Lately
I've heard things about him-un-
pleasant things. If-if you are
thinking Of marrying him, it's only
fair you should be told what he is.
II wouldn't wish my worst enemy
to walk blindfolded into such a mar
riage."
Mans pale cheeks We're crimson.
THANK YOU" she said shrilly.
THANK you very much for your kind
interest. but I'm quite able TO take
a r of myself. I've learned enough
and suffered enough in the past
few months to teach me that nc
man is what one believes him to be.
I don't suppose Seton is any worse
than the rest"
Peter moved a step towards her.
What do you mean?" he asked.
There was a sort of uncertainty in
his voice. ITS nonsense talking like
this. There are plenty Of decent men
in the world-good fellows who
would. make you happy-Arnott. for
instance.
Mans breath came hard.
Has he asked you to appeal for
him2" she demanded hoarsely. IF
that's why you've come here you
might as well have saved Yourself
the trouble. It's nothing to do with
you'll shall marry Mr. Seton. if /
like-when | want YOUR advice I'll
ask for it"
Lyster turned rather pale.
'Arnott has " spoken of you
to me, he has too much pride. I
suppose 1 had no right to speak to
on the matter at ALL beg VOur
pardon
There was something in the poise
of his head-something in the tone
of his voice that took Nan back to
the memory of the n small quarrel
she and this man had eve had to
the happiness Of their engage
ment.
Before she was aware of it his
name escaped her lips in a little
strangled cry
Peter"
She had put such a careful guard
ON her lips during the last weeks.
Not once had she forgotten and ad-
dressed him by his Christian name,
but now, for the moment at least,
nothing seemed to matter but that
She was parting with him in anger.
1t broke her heart to e the little
lroop Of his shoulders-the hurt look
his eyes.
Peter turned in a flash and went
back to where she stood.
Miss Marraby."
She flung up her head; her eyes
hard and bright.
"Oh. go-gol' she said fercely.
Let me alone. Why can't you go?"
I'm sorry if I've hurt you" Peter
said. He found it difficult to choose
in which to speak to her. II
had no right to say what 1 did.
Please forgive me and forget it,"
There's nothing to forgive" she
said hoarsely. Il shouldn't care, only
lately somehow I'm such an idiot.
is the second time I've made
a fool of myself in front Of you"
A queer expression crossed his
face. She heard him catch his breath.
He took a step towards her.
DO you know" he said slowly,
that sometimes-when I am with
you'll get a strange sort Of convic-
ton that I've known you before
sometimes-your smile, or the way
you move your shoulders like you
did just now" He stopped; a sort
Of painful indecision struggled in his
eyes. Miss Marraby-are you one
those people whom I have for
gotten?" he asked. Were you ever
in that part of my life which / can
not remember"
Go Be Continued