The Washington times., 1927-06-21
ShackIed Souls
A Gripping New Serial Of a Woman's
Sacrifice, Written By the
Author of "Chickie"
BY ELENORE MEHERIN

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excited There he isl Look, Ron
ME, he's waving!'
And Roen, feeling the scarlet
fire in her cheeks, and her heart
bounding, would glance out care
lessly. Michael, bare-headed, spark.
ling, steered the boat toward
| them.
He would reach out a hand and
say: Come, the minnows are
flashing like a thousand silver
arrows in the pool You've not
seen that, Jackie. Take a ride,
please
Teaches Them
When Rooms hand touched his,
he stopped with half teasing
Hello, Roen," so that she was
forced to glance upward. blushing
and meet the bonny blue Of his
eyes.
She could not avoid quick, fur.
tive glances at ltis profile. Nearly
always he, caught her and flushed
as she did and glanced back hap
PLY.
He taught them the crawl and
showed Jackie a peach Of q swan
dive that he did most beautifully
himself.
Then they lay In the sun and
talked. He told them remarkable
tales that made Jackie double up
with laughter, that made him say
a dozen times: Gee, you're an
awful funny fellow, Mixer
Roen wasn't quite sure whether
he told the truth or spun them
yarns for the love Of 1t. But she
listened, inwardly thrilled-waiting
for the blue, wistful eyes to glance
upward. laughing into hers, He
had been across the seas many
times. There was color and poetry
and fantastic pathos in his talk.
Like when he told Of his
mother and how he CHANGED to be
born in New York instead Of Xii.
larney Lakes.
"Oh, Michael. you don't mean all
that" said Roen eagerly, wishing
because Of the tenderness to run
her hand through his soft black
curls.
"Yes--all Of itp' said he, nod.
ding sadly and laughing.
Then where are your Irish
brothers. If you have four Of
them?''
I'm Oxford, all except the old.
est, and he's married"
Are they handsome?"
"Well. are theys They look
like me?'
"And is it true, really, about
the fairies?" Jackie implored.
mot really true?"
OF course! No need to laugh
at that. Fairies are real in Ire.
land. He had seen many a one.
He said his mother was 30 beau.
tiful the fairies were Jealous Of
her. She and his father were
travelling. They visited New York.
Here, before he was expected,
Michael was born, and the sweet
mother, whom of course he
couldn't remember, passed quietly
away.
So they left the baby with her
sister and the father went home
mourning and died.
$50 you never saw either,
Michael? Are you glad you were
born here?"
lance WIN NE
He kept looking down and grin.
ming. Suddenly Le reached over
and poured q handful Of sand in
her palm. eyes," he said softly.
Every glad. II you'll come out
and look at the moon with me
tonight Roen. please
Every day as she was leaving
he asked this. She would never
promise, though she longed to.
He said: "I'u wait for you
anyhow. Think how lonely I'll
be, Roen"-
And she did think Of this. She
fancied him standing down there
by the redwood tree. Whenever
she went he came so gladly to
meet her. He put his arm
lightly about her waist and asked
her thousand questions as they
walked by the water. What did
she ever loved? Did she like her
job? What kind Of books did she
read? How did she get through
school SO quickly?
She wondered, breathless: "What
does he find to like in me? Why
does he look with his eyes all
kindling?"
They kindled because he loved
the flying color Of her hair, her
dark eyes ana brave, sweet
mouth. He thought: Can 1t
be? Is she telling the truth?
She's never loved? And no one
has loved or kissed her? NO
ONE?
They found It enchanting to
speculate about each other. He
remembered bits that Jackie told
him. Roeu had to get up ut 8
o'clock in the morning to study
and put the house in order and
do things for Dearie before
school. There was never any
time left for play. "Ah, the
brave darlingp' though Michael,
looking down and smiling more
tenderly than she could bear.
Once they walked near the
pavilion. It was very dark. Not
star. No moon. The strains
OF the music came to them.
Dance with me, Colleen" said
Michael. sweeping an arm about
her.
''oh. I can't. i've not learned
the new steps, Michael"
"You can! Follow me. There,
drag your feet q little. Listen"
He began to sing in q soft, rich
tenor that drew terribly on all the
chords Of her heart. you like It
finer" His lips were near to
her cheek and smiling.
He moved so joyously she felt
herself flowing in. music. They
swayed back and forth over the
pebbly dirt, their feet winged,
their hearts humping.
Hold Hands