New Britain herald., 1930-04-26
by RICHARD STAR R

like that. You had the laugh on me, and you played your hand well. l can appreciate joke, even when it i; against myself"
 That is very kind of you, Mr. Dell. There is one other matter 1 T want to speak about before yon engage me-"
 What is that?"
 Before I left you t-told that you wanted to marry me-"
 Dell nodded. frovning thought fully. T should not have brought this up if you had not" he said. T was rather brutal to you, and 1 apologize"
 But the matter will come up sooner or later, MT. Dell-won't ?"
 "I suppose it will. I am still as much in love with you as ever, If that is what you mean, and want to marry you"
 Do you want me to give you a definite answer just immediately" :" she asked quietly.
 The soul of Keswick Dell was thrilling with a great joy. Gener- osity had served him we'll with Jacaueline, so he played the same card again.
 q don't want to press you," he said gently. T want you to know that my feelings are just the same. That is all."
 Will you give me a week to think it over, please? Will you promise not to speak of the mat ter again for a week? l want 10 think little while"
 "Ycs, and I'll give you a month, replied Dell.
 T only want a week, MT. Dell. Then I will give you your answer" "I hope it will be a favorable one. Jacqueline."
 T hope it will. Mir. Dell. because you have been kind to me-
 Lady Montrosc found her son Teddy moping in the lounge. But al! his old cheerfulness and debo- nair ways had forsakcn him.
 Teddy had suddenly turned into gloom hound. Even the further triumphs of his great horse, Prink- ipo, failed to arouse any enthusi- asm
 Lady Montrose went up softly be- hind him and laid her pudgy hands gently on his shoulders. My poo darling, it makes me sad to see you unhappy. You are still griev- ing about that sweet girl you tol'l me of? I can never think of the name. French, isn't she?" English, mother. A London shop girl. How she got hold of q French name beats me. But it seemed to suit her somehow. Yes. I am still ways shall bc until l find her again."
 You have heard nothing?"
 Not a thing"
 Teddy had told his mother all about Jacqueline Grey. and even showed her the sad little letter which she had left behind, and hal gained her sympathy.
 Teddy had never ceased looking for Jacqueline. He had even en- ployed detectives, but their efforts had proven futile.
 Her pathetic little letter had only l had the effect of adding an all embracing pity 10 his fervcnt love Her cscapade was so exactly the | sort of wild freak which he could appreciate, and it only cndearcd her to him all the more.>
 But both mother and son hal agreed that it would Dc wiser not to mention the incident of Jacque, line, with it's future possibilities, tc Sir Franklin Montrose.
 Sir Franklin was happy enougl, to know that the affair of the ladN oi the Alamo chorus was at an end But he had views of his own witt regard to the matrimonial aspira- tions of his son-viewS in which ( certain Miranda Gosling, the non too o-well-favored daughter of a pc troleum king, was intimately con cerned.
 Look here, mater" said Teddy Eff the Old Top keeps chewing ovel the virtues of Miranda Gosling shall explode with loud report"
 My darling boy,' began Lad'