The Washington times., 1930-09-01

1t when somehow, without any
volition of her own, she was
kissing Gordon, or was he kiss.
ing her? She didn't know how
1t had happened, or how 1t
could ever stop. "Oh, my dear,
my dear!" She felt his arms
crushing her closer, hurting her.
After q long while-how long
she didn't know-Sle saw lights
coming out Of the fog, and voices
-. her husband and the elder
Moore.
COnfesses Love
Gordon's arms relaxed, drop
ped to his sides. Cathie waited
motionless, for the men to come
nearer. Something in her brain
was asking. ibid they seer"
But she couldn't seem to care
it didn't matter "
nothing matter, now that Cor
don loved her She could
even give him up. She wanted
to tell him that, but the others
kept coming nearer, calling
"Hello!-where are you
sing out, will yeu?"
She stood on tiptoeS, and put
her hands on Gordon'S should
ers. There was so much to say,
and no time, no time =" II
love you So" she whispered. 80
so much!"
She felt his hands gripping
her shoulders again, and broke
away. Down the muddy path
she ran, slipping and sliding,
calling Here I am, Alfred, here
I ami" wiping her eyes as she
ran.
The elder Moores were wait
ing, sitting before the roaring
fire in the cottage. David and
her husband helped her slip off
her wraps. FarnSworth touched
her damp hair, cleaning palely
in the freight. "You look like
a different GIRL" he said, why
you're rosy checked and bloom
ing!"
"It's the good mountain afr,
and the exercise" the blind old
aunt said sweetly, touching
Cathie's coldly tingling cheek
with a delicate hand.
"YeS- the exercise. A hard
clirnb!"
"And did YOU climb to the
top?"
Gordon Missing
"Oh, yes;" Cathie murmured.
But she hardly heard what
they were saying to her. She
was looking, listening, straining
every nerve, waiting for Cor
don. Why didn't he come?
What made him slip away like
that? Now that they loved
each other couldn't they be
friends even if she was mar
ried, even II it must end right
there, without even another
kiss?
"Well, must be getting to
my bed" old Andrew Moore
said.
"Tomorrow's another day."
said the blind woman.
'YeS, tomorrow's another
day." Gordon's brother David
echoed, and he looked at
Cathie. Did she intend to sit
up all night?
"Oh, is it late?" Cathie asked
brightly. Much too brightly.
Her eyes sought the door again.
He hadn't come. He wasn't
going to come.
She walked to the guest cot
tage with FarnSworth. The atti
tude and the incline made him
puff q little. Sometimes his
SlowneSS, his difficult breathing
irritated her, but tonight her
heart was full Of gentleneSs and
pity. She ached to make him
happy-She loved him--her
mother, was off in San Fran
cisco, Eddie in South America
everybody! Oh, what a gor.
geouS. glorious mountain night!
isn't it heavenly" she cried,
squeezing his arm laying
her cheek against his, in one Of
her sudden, rare careSseS, did
you ever see such a wonderful
night?"
Food for Thought
'It's pretty foggy and cold,"
he said judiciously, but she
laughed, and skipped along be-
side him, drinking it in.
At the door. Of her small neat
room. with the camp-cot with
the thick, woolly comforters,
and the small chest for drawers
painted green. Farnsworth
stopped to say goodnight.
Usually she gave him a little
kiss, dutiful, affectionate,
daughterly. Tonight she lifted
her flushed. happy face and
kissed him full on the lips.
Long after she was asleep he
lay in his narrow camp cot,
thinking about 1t. It wasn't Ike
Cathie.
CONTINUED Tomorrow
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