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A Girl and a Man
By VIRGINIA TERHUNE VAN DE
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CHAPTER XXX, |
(Copyright, 1018, Star Company.)
GNES MORLEY pushed her
chalr back from the dinner ta
ble that night and sighed,
*1 will do the dishes Auntie” she
announced. “Then I think I will put
on a wrapper, read for a while, and
&0 to bed.
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woman accused.
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tradicted. “But the day has been fear
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She would not admit even to her
self how the remembrance of this aft
ernoon’s encounter with Phillp Hale
had depressed her., Yet she knew
that the cold, lmrnonnl sound of his
voice as he disclaimed rufionolblmy
for the anonymous gift still rang in
her mind,
She had not heard his eager request
that she wait a minute. Her only
sensation at the time had been one of
resentment against him and of anger
with herself, coupled with a feeling
of humiliation,
“1 understood you to say” Miss
Morley ventured after a minute, “that
you were to hauve a caller tonight—
Mr. Plekine.” |
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sternation. She had entirely forgot
ten that her former teacher was to
come this evening.
“Oh, how can I see him tonight!"”
she exclaimed rebelliously. “I just
can't! I'm terribly tired, and he bores
me to extinction!”
. His Little Gife.
Yet when—after the table was
cleared and the dishes washed--she
caught sight of herseif in a mirror,
she hurried into her room and ar
rayed herself In a fresh white dress
and rearranged her hair. She 414 not,
however, pin one of the roses in her
blouse tonight,
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respect demands that. 1 suppose Mr,
Pickens himself will come all dressed
up as gorgeously as Solomon In all
his glory.”
She laughed at the idea, yet she
thought that she had not been guilty
of exaggeration when she saw the
splendor of the costume in which her
caller appeared fiftesn minutes later. |
From him narrow shoulders to Mu‘
bony ankles, Randolph Pickens was
arrayed in a sult of violent plald, in
which green was the prevalling color.
About his Panama hat was draped a
scarf or silk surpassing in its gandy
coloring the most brilllant Hly sny
fleld aver boasted of.
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with the brick-red of his face, flughed
from embarrassment and & hasty
climbing of the stairs. Magenta socks
showed warmly above a palr of bright
yellow shoes. From the breast pock
ot of the suit protruded the corner of
a yellow silk handerchief, This wul
evidently carried only for decorative
purposes, for its owner mopped his
fnce vlmunr with a plebeian eot.
ton handkerchief, which he drew from
hix hip pocket. 4
“Good evening, Miss Morley,” he
fnohd his hostess, abruptly. “I hope
soe you in good health and unaf
fected by the extreme heat?
There was an indescribable change
in the demanor of Randolph Plekns,
This change might have been the re
sult of the stair-climbing, or It migh'
have been the effect of some sup
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held a cone-shaped parcel, wrapped
flowers, but sweetpeas always remind
linquished his hat «nd seated himself
in the little parior did he hand the
parcel to Agnes,
His Tribute to Agnes.
““This s merely a slight token of my
esteam, Miss Morley,” he sald, In the
tone of one delive A carefully
memorized speech, mz are humbile
flowers, but sweetpeas always rmind
me of you in their freshnoss uul—-lt‘
I may so—their innocence.” |
"I‘oo Are very lovely” the girl
sald, sincerely. *“But, Mr Plekens,”
#he added, thrown off her guard for
the moment, “you should not send me
80 many lovely flowers, Those roses”
“pointing to the vase of great pink
blooms—“came from you, didn't lgoy‘.'
They are »o lovely!™
For a full half-minute the man
looked at the roses in silence. Then
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By George McManus
“No” he said, slowly, “I 4i4 not
send you those roses. They aro fine,”
he added, wistfully, “I wish they had
come from me”
Agnes began to talk rapidly to hide
her confusion and her pity, Her com
panion responded only in monosylla
bles. Apparently there was some
thing he wanted to say, yet he lacked
courage to begin. At last he drew a
long breath, and, In the stress of
some emotion, mopped his forehead
with the decorative silk handkerchief.
This he then rolled into a ball be
tween his perspiring hands. |
“Miss Morley,” he plunged in des
perately, “1 have come to your abode
this evening with one idea only. Be
fore 1 go any further I should inform
you that my work has been recog
nized by my supdriors at the businoss
coliege by a substantial increase in
my salary, which lifts me above the
fear of want”
Ho paused, looked at the amaszed
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face before him, and continued: ‘g
“T desire to lay at your feet my
heart, hand and estate. May I hope
that you will look kindly upon my
suit? Then, with a gulp, he drop
rd stilted rhruoolo.y. “I love you!™
be.lurtod orth, . :
ter Agnes could never recollect
what she sald In reply. But fln&
membered the hurt expression .
crept into the thin face. !
“Don't try to explain” he said,
quietly, “l am sorry.”
He took up his hat and moved
ward the door. Here he looked ,
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ply. Beside the flaun roses on
the table a little bunch :f peas
lay withering, v LN
To Be Continued.