Show I 1 iao VER OVER 0 ae RH HERE ert 3 AWN 11 j by MARIE BUCKLEY 1 copyright 1 b mcclure newspaper syr syndicate lucy knowlton stani ped into the tha library of her home her pretty brown eyes flashed nud and a deep and burning hush flush spread over her pretty cheeks there were signs in her face and manner of ungovernable temper find and irritability somewhat overcast f by bi a 0 shadow of offended pride E evidently something had gone wrong with the spirit of IC K but for lucy society would have sat until doomsday trying to invent a new fad a new sport or an aboriginal original stylo style of formality for lucy was the clever originator in K X of everything clever of everything the ivogene Iv vogue and if people had nd looked to the sensibleness of things instead of to the belle lucy everything ery ary thing preposterous but yet lucy lucy born lucy and no other the impulsive impetuous self willed Cl daughter slaughter of her mother the latter sat unseen by the girl in a slik silk plu ih esy easy chair nose glasses held slightly aloof and book in hand her lips slightly parted as she watched A the proceedings not altogether strange to lier her the hat came oft off with a sharp jerk and its delicate little frame given a terrific jab with a hatpin was slammed forcibly onto the library table birs airs knowlton rustled the leaves of her book slightly enough to show her presence lucy started at the unexpected bleak bicak of silence and seeing it was her mother gave a little frown crown as if vexed mother she exploded 1 I am tired of doing this little bit of red cross work nork what are a few bandages I 1 am going to franco france Qs is soon as hannah can pack tomorrow probably mrs knowltons knowl tons mouth opened wide then it shut into a firm and angry line the next morning was an unpleasant one for the beginning of a long trip the wind blew in great gusts illon along the dreary streets lucy after bidding a solemn goodby to her mother hastened down the with a bold determined air and raised lier her umbrella ugh such horrid weather I 1 but I 1 will soon be away from it yes away from everything in this old city she says I 1 cannot oe a lied cross nurse well I 1 will be fin ambulance driver then As she murmured mur muied to herself she recklessly splashed into puddles and unaware of it lier her stockings and nd skirt nere ere much spotted with mud ill show them my license if they say anything and P there aris ans a high wild scream lucy in her attempt to keep U up p her ii e r umbrella against the gale had been rushing along umbrella fo forward rivard and had bumped into stomach 11 1 1 I 1 be beg pardon the girl exclaimed as she stepped hurriedly aside 1 I really did not mean to I 1 her words word ended in a little gasp caspi then her head went up and she started confusedly to turn and hurry her arm however was held as in a vise well I 1 say girlie girlic that was a pretty little jab you just gave me I 1 thought for a minute some german had me stuck for sure a low deep voice S said ild and a pair of laughing eyes looked down into hers 1 11 I cannot stop one minute I 1 have baye to catch that train and I 1 ar I 1 r gol going ng IIAN away 11 y from here lucy br breathlessly eathle asly faltered fallere 1 I as she tried to wriggle from ills grasp but lie he pulled her gently toward a by shelter this was an old b but ut small structure built years ugo ago to protect people waiting for cars filin the rain and snow one half was for far this purpose and tile other half was inhabited by the timekeeper 1 I 1 say youre a bit obstinate today little one laughed chester price is as lie he gun gently aly pushed her inside the shelter shellie shelie 1 I did not say you could take hold of my illy arm and take me in herel flashed lucy while she gave the floor a slight tap alth her boot you did not need to tell roc me I 1 could he said seriously you are arc such a silly child lucy sue such a child you a arc C going to Fr france friece ilce ell ch and all to avoid ml me now ph gli your mother has told me all about it she must hae guessed sed the trouble gue oil ob why did she tell whim whimpered perel tile t gh I 1 yoi i hate me dont you flub lucy cy tell tile me you hate me he will whispered espered play fully there was no flo answer 1 lucys bucys head lind 1 I fallen fallt n 0 on 11 hen ben breast ond lier her nervously with nith tile the end bilig er played chiy of lier her coat 1 I did not mean to be cros av with ith you lien rt I 1 am sorry if ye will antl I 1 forgive me I 1 offended you forgive ine d lier her head bead quickly for luc v raised rai ed chester I 1 thought you oil oh ive vou ou did dot love empl 1 lle lt hurst alnio ill irs ars and wept on ills breast t ji Idov 10 eyoul colb gill lw lie sald with heart beart I 1 love you io i o and annl their lipa nil mv illy kiss there lie never ver wa waa 4 such ampt in a irl ill a tw to become a n red cross 1 I va go going ing he said gaid ins as she glanced arch archly 13 up nur P S e t hiru him with it a 11 tj twinkle aniie in her moist eyes cyc yes I 1 know lucy do you think thank ever make a capable red would ou von now own up cross ross no lind cl her fell V n 1 I 1 would only I ills aie ve aze under of tile the red cros cro she tile e v wa in be added siy rind chester price held belo her r aioo it a little iraln shelter was the where tills this YO young ing couple made imade place assy had heard nc nobody nad had seen up and all rul once more m |