The Washington times. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1902-1939, 1926-08-13

your door. The whole world will
be looking for me today"
They'll never look for you
here"
Kelvin looked at her, his own
dark eyes puzzled with amaze
ment at the vigor OF her willing.
ness to help him. Its funny"
he said slowly, with, all the
friends / l1ave-or think have
you're the only one who can do
thing to help me. We're such
strangers. dear, and yet 1t seems
we've known each other-for.
ever"
His Tired Face
He advanced closer TO her
while the fatigued light of dawn
slowly filled the little parfor and
lit UP their strained faces. KEEL
win looked older now-less per.
fectly groomed. Lines that JOS
lyn he'd never seen before were
etched in his tired face.
sJoslyn Poe-I think = ="
He placed his hands on her
rounded shoulders and there was
a wisp of a smile. a faint re.
turning of the old confident grin
on his wilful mouth II .hink
you must care for me a
lot as much, perhaps. as
I care for You ."
Embrace was imminent-in-
evitabIe. Joslyn slipped into his.
arms. surrendered bfeathlessly to
the pressure OF his strong arms,
= Knew physically for the
first time in her life the mighty
surge OF feeling that b1otted ut
all OF the conventions. all the
lifelong prohibitions. She lifted
her face; Kelvin was looking at
her consumingly. work of know.
ms experience in his eyes. ct
back Of it all. desperately was
the misery of fear hanging over
his heads
Maybe this makes the whole
business worth while COM
pensation,' he said softly. I'VE
can shut out the world
we can forget everything aid
neutrality-suspicious."
He bent to kiss her, but Joslyn
put a hand into his hair and
pushed his head back-prolonged
the fateful moment while she
studied the deep magnetic pools
that. were his eyes. Her heart
was swelling out of all bounds.
but in some remote region, some
voice told her to be sure-to be
certain -
Was this. she wondered. what
love was like? A great gentle
ness for him welled in Ter breast
Ia feeling quite apart from the
golden warmth of her vague.
physical desire. DeepeI tl;an any
emotion was slowly developing
conviction that. at the core,
James Kelvin was not a solid
rock to build on that
his weakness was the weakness
Of shifting sands.
The slumbering woman in JOS
Ign had always dreamed of sue
cumbing to some irresistible Las-
culine voice, Tut the truth, now
was q paradox. 1t was pity
tenderness---ti1at was 1isarming
her. tearing at her armor. lat.
tering down Ter resistance.
Their Lips Chung 4.
A glamo-, more delicate than
mere Sensuaity, thrObbeG e
gentle, exquisite fever I'm JosIyn's
veins, and. without bargaining.
Sic yielded once more to the
taut arms thar were dra wing her
closer. Their lips met and chung
together ferocio1sIy and despite
all. with a sense OF illustration.
''Joslyh, Josiyn how love
YOU" Kelvin held her apart. his
voice broken with emotion. Il
didn't know didn't dream
that could feel this way. And
we're here alone. Together: i
don't give a dam about
anything else on earth. low.
We're nlarooned here. :oslyn.
dear. It's just the same as
having you on a deserted Island
can you imagine it, dear? On
a deserted island-witl you-yet
we're in the heart of New York"
His eyes were shining with a
contagious fcrvor. JosIyn's pulse
began TO throb wildly. Romance,