The midland journal. (Rising Sun, Md.) 1885-1947, 1933-06-02
You don't love me, Cynthia?"

"NO." She shook her head and the
movement dislodged the bright drops
which brimmed her eyes. "Im fond
of you-truly / am" She laughed a
little forlornly. THAT'S more than I
ever thought I'd be able to say,
Geoff! like you better than any
man know, Geoff, but it isn't enough!
told you once"
Il know" he said. "But it's a great
deal-that you feel that way about
me. Thank you. Cynthia
He bent his head to kiss the hands
he held and quite simply she offered
him her lips Instantly she was
swept into his arms, held in an en-
brace that smothered her. She strug-
gled to free herself, realized the fu-
tility and relaxed in his arms.
"Im sorry. Cynthia" he said, re-
leasing her. "No, I'm id if 1 am!
have that to remember, anyhow"
"Im not angry, Geoff. I'd give you
more, if could" She slipped quietly
from the room and Geoff stood before
the window for long time, staring
out at the moonlit garden.
The next morning all was hustle
and confusion. Cynthia found, to her
own annoyance, that it was she in
stead of Geoff who flushed and avert
ed her eyes when they met at the
breakfast table. Geoff was his usual
cheerful kindly self. The scene in the
parlor might never have occurred to
judge from his matter-of-fact "Good
morning"
Somehow she resented his self-con-
troll. She became very businesslike.
"See that the men are careful with
that book marked Fragile Cary!
Marguerite, are you sure you have
the kitchen things all in one packing
box? Geoff, here's book of yours l
found in Miss Nona's ROOM"
'T'm coming around to take you two
girls out to dinner tonight" he said
easily.
"Geoff, we can't possibly"
81 know it. You can't possibly eat
the right kind of meal in all that dis
order. That's why I'm calling for you
at six sharp. Tenny, will you see that
Cynthia has her hat on?"
The movers were out of the house.
Nothing remained but to lock the
doors and go. Cynthia was startled to
hear Geoff's light steps running down
the front stairs. She had thought he
had driven away before the last
wagon.
'Give me that" he said, holding out
his hand for the key. "Hop in my car
its parked pretty far down the
block on account of all the wagons
and wait for me there. No need for
you to watch the curtain go down."
A girls perversity made her allude
to the subject she had determined to
avoid. "Im so sorry about last night"
she said and then could have bitten
her tongue with chagrin at her own
tactlessness.
Again Geoff did the unexpected. He
put his hands on her shoulders, bent
his head to look into her eyes. "Cyn-
thia, something tells me that you're
going to love me love me the
way you said you'd have to love the
man you marry. Sweet, want you
to promise me something. Promise
that if--that when you feel that way
toward me, you'll let me know!"
A flash of her old hostility returned.
you're very sure of yourself, Geoff
Ensloe! And sure of me, too, aren't
you? suppose you base your belief
on the fact that you've always been
what your mother described as 'popu-
lar with girls'!"
He gave the slender shoulders he
held little shake. Il suppose on our
way up the aisle you'll stop to say
something hateful to me-" he told her.
"Never mind! I never could stand
those sickly sweet girls with lovely
dispositions"