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CHAPTER XXX,
(Copyright, 1916, Star Company.)
GNES MORLEY pushed her
chair back from the dinner ta
ble that night and sighed.
“1 will do the dishes, Auntie,” she
ARnounced. “Then I think ! will put
ONn & wrapper, read for a while, and
86 o bed.
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am. and | have been working
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A Girl and a Man
She would not admit even to her
self how the remembrance of this aft
ernoon’s encounter with Philip Hale
had depressed her. Yet she knew
that the cold, impersonal sound of his
voice as he disclaimed responsidility
for the anonymous gift still rang In
her mind.
She had not heard his cager request
that she walt 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.
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Morley ventured after & minute, “that
you were to have a caller tonight—
Mr. Pickine”
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ten that her former teacher was to
come this evening. 1
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can't! I'm terribly tired, and he bores
me to extinction!™
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Yet when—after the table was
clearsd and the dishes washed—she
caught sight of herself in & mirror,
she hurried Into her room and ar
rayed herself in a fresh white dress
and rearranged her hair, She 4id not,
however, pin one of the roses in her
blonse tonight.
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upon her altered appearance. “My self
respect demands that. | suppose Mr.
Pickens himself will come all dressed
up as gorgeously as Solomon in all
his glory.”
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thought that she had not been guiity
of exaggeration when she saw the
splendor of the costume In which her
caller appeared fifteen minutes later.
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‘bony ankles, Randolph Pickens was
arrayed in a sult of violent plaid, in
which green was the prevailing color.
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scarf or silk surpassing in its gaudy
coloring the most brilliant lily any
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with the brick-red of his face, flushed
from embarrassment and a hasty
climbing of the stairs. Magenta socks
showed warmly above a pair of bright
yellow shoes. From the breast pock
et of the suit protruded the corner of
a yellow sllk handerchief. This was
evidently carried only for decorative
purposes, for its owner mopped his
face vigorously with a plebsian cot
ton handkerchief, which he drew from
his hip pocket.
“Good evening, Miss Morley,” he
r«w his hostess, abruptly. "1 hope
see you in good health and unaf
fected by the extreme heat™
There was an indescribable change
in the demanor of Randolph Plekns.
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sult of the stair-climbing, or it migh!
have been the effect of some sup
pressed emotion. He spoke in sud.
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up his words. 18 his lefL mhe
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held a cone-shaped parcel, wrapped
flowers, but sweetpeas always remind
linquished his hat and seated himsell
in the little parior did he hand the
parcel to Agnes,
His Tribute to Agnes,
“This is merely & slight token of my
esteem, Miss Morley,” he said, in the
tone of one delivering a carefully
maemorized speech. “They are humble
flowers, but sweetpeas always rmind
me of you in their freshness and—if
I may so--their innocence.”
'T‘m are very lovely™ the girl
sald, sincersly. “But, Mr. Pickens.”
-:o Added, thrown off her guard for
the moment, “vou should not send me
*0 many lovely flowers. Those roses”
“pointing to the vase of great g:nk
blooms—“cama from you, didn't they?
They are #o lovely'”
For a' full half-minute the man
looked at the roses in silence. Then
hir eyes fell on his own humble of
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“No,” he said, slowly, “I 4id not
send you those roses. They are 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
perafely, “1 have come to your abode
this svening with one idea only. Be
fore 1 go any further 1 should inform
you that my work has been recog -
nized by my superiors at the business
college by a substantial increase in
my salary, which lifts me above the
fear of want.”
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“1 desire to lay at your fest my
Leart, hand and estate. May I hope
that you will look kindly upon my
suit?™ Then, with a gulp, he dréd
rd stilted Phrueolon. “1 love you!*
@ blurted forth. : &
Later Agnes could never recolleef
what she said in reply. But she M
membered the hurt expression thal
crept into the thin face. ;
“Dom’t try to explain,® he salll,
quietly. “I am sorry.”
He took up his hat and moved te
ward the door. Here he lm.&
“Sometime 1 would lfl;‘ lto do
thing for You,” he said, .
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ply. Beside the nt TOoROE
the table a little bunch :fr'mJ
lay withering, §_
To Be Continued, T‘