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Show THE DIARY OF A SIREN . ' CLARA'S WITCHING WAY By KING W. LARDNEU. 8 KPT. .11. DICK SA.RUKNT lias been here tht last two evenings and has not yet spoke what is in his heart, though I can tell from the look in his eyes that he would ppeak was I to give him the slightest encouragement, encour-agement, Imt that I will never do, as I am still firm in my determination determina-tion to have nothing more to do with the opposite sex hut to devote my life to helping the lwor and needy. I never would of allowed Dink to come and see me only that I forgot myself the evening t talked to him over the phone and when he said he Mas romeing I was t h inking ink-ing about something else and told him F would be home. Poor bay, it will be n hard blow to find out that though 1 am no longer engaged there is no hope for him. And 1 know it will mean a struggle between him and 1 before he is convinced that I am sincere. But the sooner the struggle is over the better for both our sakes and the sooner T can go about my life's , I work in the slums. He is coming tonight and perhaps then the struggle strug-gle will occur though not nnlnss he brings up the subject himself. SEPT. 12. DIARY, I thought I and you were through with the opposite oppo-site sex forever. But when one of SI "Pluk." I replied. "I have determlntd to never fourth, one on. two out; no runs. 1 lilt, fi hat. off I lorslmnn. in 1 1-3 innings. ' Runs re-sponsiiil':: lur Kyan S, Fierroy 5. Charm? dftV.'it to Ryan. Vi pitches Kvan, linrstman. First base on errors Salt Uikp 1. Left on lasey ls Anc-l-s :, Halt T,n kf 9. Time of pa mo 1 hour : a:vi "4 rr.inul.es. Umpires Brafhear ari'l Ik-la 4 1 How we talked, and how we planned. them proves irresistible what can a poor girl do only viold to the promptings of her own heart? When Dick .Sargent came last evening I was resolved that it would be the last time I would allow ho or any other man to call. But no sooner had he got in the house wlir-n he brooehed the subject which was nearest his heart and which my coldness toward him had prevented him talking about it before. "Clara." he said, "yon told me a few days ago that I could not see you again on account of another man. ' ' "Yes, Dick," was mv roplv. "And the other night," he said, "you told me over the phone that there was no other man any more." "Yes, Dick," was my roplv. "Well, Ihen," he said, "what do vnu sav if I and vou pal around together?" to-gether?" "Dick," I replied, "T have determined de-termined to never marry, but to devote de-vote my whole life to 'visiting and administering tmvard the poor." "Well," he said, "that includes me. ' ' And I could not help from laurrhing at Ins remarks. "Laying all jokes to one side.," said, "there can be no marria ce between you and T or between any other man and I." tV1''" hp Fn!i1' "T am not crazy to jump into double dou-ble harness, only T thought it would .he fin'1 business for i and you to pal round together and go to shows once in a while to keep each other f mm gett ing lonesome. ' ' "Dick," was my reply. "T could never consent to no such an arrangement ar-rangement as that, as it would be unfair to both you and myself. We Continued on Following Page.) Oil OF I S CLARA'S SWEET WAYS (Continued from Preceding Page.) must either part or else there must be an understanding between us." "What do you mean an understanding?" under-standing?" he said. "I mean an engagement," I i said, and could of bitten my tnugne j for saying it, as T never intended to make such a remark. I "Well," he said, "I'd rather be engaged to you than any girl I I know. But you will have "to wait a while for the ring." rICK, " I said, "do you real-I real-I JL ize what you are saying?" ! "I sure do," was his reply, and I before I -could prevent he had put j his arm round me and kissed me. J Then diary how we talked and ; planned. And how happy I waa even though my determination had been broken down, but what does a girl's will amount to when the right man comes along and takes you by storm? We are to be married in December and O diary how much I have to do between now and theu. And how little I thought only yesterday yes-terday that t would ever be make-ing make-ing plans to settle down in my own home in the roll of Mrs. Sargent. Dick, be good to me and never let me regret that I gave up what I thought waa my life's work for you. |