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Show pfHlNGTHATCOUraS O By MARGARET RAND. O (, 1111, by UcClur NewirVr HyndlcalO 'J he hotel busked In the July suu, and lu darkened rooms the guests doxed and rested uftfr the midday mid-day meal. Out In the hammock un- ' dor the trees, Mllly pretended to read, but her moody guru was ruMcued on : the distant mountains. Presently, voices ann luiigbter drifted drift-ed across the air und Allta came out on the pluv.y.a, surrounded by pructl-tall.t pructl-tall.t all the male contingent of tho hotel. They patiued iw they passed the hummock and Harold called: l "Come on, Mllly, we're going over to the Hobber's Cuve." j "(lb, .te.s, do come." gushed Alltu. I "Come and help me tuke caie of ult these boys." i "Thank .toil," answered Mllly, coolly, "hut I prefer my hammock today." to-day." As the rest moved on Harold lingered lin-gered a moment. "Don't see why you will not or go anywhere with Alltu," he expostulated. "She's an awfully Jolly girl." "That Is hardly the way she liu- I Hill M 1 ...... -- presses me." icplled Mllly, "but us u movie vamp she Ih perfect." "Well." faltered Harold. "I promised to go. and I've got Allla's sunshade. I'll bate to hurry, tlood-by. Mllly." From a corner of the piazza Mr. Horded, Hor-ded, proprietor or the hotel, ami his Ml'e. watched this Utile scene with .ndlguatloii. "That .voting good-for-nothing!" Mr. I'.orden stormed. "W'n ting on M'.lly In. ml and tool until this motle queen appeared, and then running after her like all Cie rest of them. Thought be hail -nine sense." "Ii make- It rut her dull Tor Mllly." said his wile icgrctrull,. "Vc got an Idea." said the old man, slowly. "There iiumi be some young college fellow who would he g'ml of u vueullon free und a ehainv to detote iinisolf ton pretty girl." A few days latrr Stanley Hull up rived, and after a long conteretue with Mr. Hordeii was Installed as one ot hts guests. He was a cleuu-ciil. athletic young man. a tine dancer am! lellghtful companion, and Allta was tilled with HIIIU.I iiienl and envy, as he Ignored her charms and devoted himself him-self to Mllly. I.ate that evening Stanley hud left M lly In a secluded corner of the piazza and gone In .Hcarch of her wiap. Presently from an open window came the low-toned conversation of Alltu ami Harold. "Of course I'm not certain." said Allta. All-ta. "but It struck me as nicer iVnui the first that Mr. Hall couldn't see iin.toiie nut .tuny tsuorne. .tnu now this letter from Hob says one of Ihe professors asked him if he would like to go to a hotel and devote Ii inelf io a young lady. They runted away from Ihe window win-dow and Mlll.t fled lo her room. Tired out, she at length Hung her-sell her-sell upon the bed and slept In utter c.luiu-llon. Toward noon she awoke. Stanley was lounging icstlessly about the piazza when at length she made her appearance. "1 wus nfrald you were III," he said with relief, "You disappeared last evening eve-ning and no one knew why." "1 owe you an apology for that," she said. "Mllly," be said, "you are adorable," "Surely, that speech Is not a part ol .tour haigalu," she answered. "My bargain!" he repeated In a puzzled puz-zled lone. "Yes," she replied cuttingly. "Did you not bargain with my uncle to res-cue res-cue Ii s wall-llower ami provide her with cuteriaiuiuenir A dull red Hushed Ihe man's face und neck, "It's true. Isn't It?" she persisted. "Yes," he answered quietly. "Hut what difference tloe.s that make?" "D'fferencel' she, cried, choking. "This! That I uiu ashamed to look anyone any-one In the face again I could die wiih tbe shame und humiliation of It nil!" "Don't, Mllly." said Oie man In h liuii tone, "it is true. Isn't It'" she. demanded. "Yes. It 's line," he niuwered gently. "I was told there was a little girl up here who through no fault of her own was hating a rather stupid time, and at. alfectlonate old uncle asked me to help him swing things her way u little. Unit's iii'i. He offered a certain payment pay-ment for my time, but for the resi ih.. I I bate given you be cannot iccnm-pense iccnm-pense me. On'y you ciih do that, Mllly." 'What hate you glten me that bt lias not bought onil paid for'.'" she cried derisively. "M.t love," he an-wered steadily. "You .ton love me!" she niurumred incredulously. ' "Dear heart." he answered, inking her hands, "do .ton not know?" For a moment her adoration thrilled her; then she drew away and covered , her face. "Those people at the hotel," he (whispered; "tliei know. How can I meet them again?" "Sweetheart." he said gently, "what does It matter? They will pass out of our lives, but love will remain with us forever. Nothing else counts, dearest, dear-est, Itemember only that 1 love you and want you to le my wife!" His klbsos were on her bunds, bet eyes, her lips. "Oh," she whispered breuthlessly, "you are right It Is only love Unit counts." |