Show l Story of the Day ill 3 A GAriS OF HEARTS I L BY CORA BOC ROCHE HOWLAND f Darlington had to make up her mind fr For the first time in her life Daphne f A so deplorable Daphne had come to beI believe belleve be- be Never before had bad she be been n in a plight I lieve that questions always answered themselves answered themselves If it you had but the courage to tok k let t them alone long en enough ugh Thus could this problem of be solved I s ehe was sure if only Leander and Guy were not so Impatient so F t Alas try a as- as she as-she she Wo would ld she was unable to persuade the them thern Guy declared with a an Insist Insistence nce which at once cha charmed m d and provoked her that directly after atter give jive him her final as decision If evening she must her c card rd party part tomorrow any decision of ot hers was likely to be final Nor was as Leander th poet in mood f less pre precipitate by Sunday night Just two days away she must roust either heal he it drama lea I or wound to the death his suffering spirit as put till tUlU It it- looked more morey head In perplexity Oh dear dearl Daphne shook shoo her fluffy fiuty h I. I y ii iJ than ever like an autumn How much simpler the world would be she reflected if mens men's minds had been cut after the same feminine pattern asher as asher asher her own The situation made her feel as If she were playing candlestick and seesaw one Instant she watched Guys Guy's virtues wave their arms high in the air the next moment Leanders Leander Gaylords Gaylord's beauty like a summers summer's mood alternately blazed and languished His Ills long dark hair hall curling slightly at the tips Ups was roughed up on the top of his head under the frequent sweep of of his restless fingers His eyes because of their dilated pupils seemed bottomless but his mustache not unlike his sonnets had an apologetic way of at the end He lie wrote the loveliest love love- liest heat poetry a kind of mixed throb heart-throb and thunder All the poems addressed to her Daphne slipped into the frame of h her r mirror where she could learn them by heart without effort the while she was curling her hair Guy Herford was by far a more every-day every person Ills His features were quite unpretentious his nose shapely but not extraordinary his mouth a mere mouth mouth Inconspicuous inconspicuous features both yet when you came to think of It ft well adapted to their respective functions Ills His hair was light short and antI Inclined to pompadour which all the world knows went out of fashion for men years ago His Ills eyes were unusually good however deep blue and as piercing as corkscrews Ills His chin had plainly been made to order by a hand which knew its Us business Yes Guy Herford as a manly type Daphne certainly admired A chivalrous knight In her service and in his mothers mother's to the rest of the earth his Independence said You may go to th the devil for all I care care Was Vas ever poor maid In position so trying On one hand the idea of ot being a poets poet's lifelong Inspiration was more than attractive the role ought to become her style well pretty Daphne considered At the same time she knew that It wouldn't be half bad to overtop the angels In a mans man's estimation as she certainly could if she agreed to be Guys Guy's special providence Would that she had a pocket from which to extract a penny to flip and thus be done with witt the matter matler Daphne clapped her hands after an impulsive habit she had Not a bad plan that to throw her fate upon the whim of chanc chance Whoever of her suitors should come first to her party might have her she would accept him on the spot in order to have hae no later opportunity to change her mind Every detail of preparation for the festal hour reminded Daphne In some subtle way of the diverse attractions of her lovers When she cut the sandwiches sandwiches sandwiches sand sand- out shaped heart-shaped and made little cakes called for the evenings evening's evenings evening's evenings evening's even even- ings ing's supper she took pleasure In the assurance that Leander with his artistic nature would enjoy their symbolism She arranged the card tables square with the room as Guy liked to see them instead of zigzag as best pleased herself In agitation she awaited the arrival of her guests When the first man came she was looking at herself in the mirror over the mantelpiece to see if It she was really all right She didn't see who It was She heard heavy footfalls In the room above above- Was Vas it Guy Was It Leander Her lIer heart beat so fast she could hardly get tier her breath Supposing it was Guy Supposing it was Leander Oh what should she do This suspense was killing Why did the horrid thing stay upstairs so BO long What did it matter tonight whether or not his tie was on comme II fl faut taut There he was coming It If only he would woul l give her a a. half minute more to compose herself She dared not peep out to see se who It was she was so frightened She couldn't even look up A big voice raising in greeting announced not quy Guy not Leander but that enormous Tom Walling I might have known It was you by the way the boards pouted Daphne ungraciously to the young mans man's bewilderment Perkins and her odious curl arrived with Peter Underwood 1 f f J |