Show STORY MINUS PLOT na ta t ta dy by LOUISE OLIVER sa ift ift stiv it was half post past ten aen on a dreamy languorous moonlight night in midsummer a night on which hearts instinctively seek a mate and lin linger ger longingly bertle bertie patton on the r fords ads front porch swinging slowly in the green willow sent seat shifted uneasily when he heard the town clock strike 3 the halt half hour he knew that the lights in the parlor chandelier nony filtering altering through I 1 the finely webbed curtains tind rind tracing a graceful pattern on hoses round cheek would snap out in somewhat less than nv minutes ten thirty was papa fords hour never had bad rose looked so adorable never had parting seemed cruel bertie berow sighed well roste I 1 guess ill have to go time seems awfully short what time me ore are you talking abb about air why the time ive been here this evening of course oh I 1 im glad youve enjoyed it v well you IM M yes its been very pleasant pleasant 1 you talk as though ayo uld been at a sewing society say bertle bertie it if youre trying to pick abight n fight you may its as well go I 1 hear papa anyway bertle bertie was instantly contrite excuse me I 1 mean it rose there was a step in the vestibule but it was roses mother this time who called rose your papa went out with the in their new car and come home yet my head any better so I 1 think ill go to bed I 1 wonder if bert would mind staying a little longer I 1 sort of hate bate to close up the house till papa comes I 1 dont think hell be late oh ecstasy 1 oh blessed words I 1 bertle bertie longed to kiss the hem of her gown ile he cleared his throat manfully I 1 yes rn ril stay mrs ford dont you worry and rose supplemented you may us jis well turn out the lights mamma they seem to hurt my eyes the lights went off and there was quiet ecstatic peace peace bert wondered iche if he could possibly be awoke awake to test reality he be lighted a nice it he be remarked what just to be here he had thought I 1 of casually quite accidentally abeld dentally en tally laying a hand on hers as itlay beside him in the darkness but he be lost courage say rose do you want to go to the Step amore club plea picnic tc he supplemented ted instead im going excuse me all right thanks for asking me anyway 1 I thought there was plenty of time two weeks 1 I promised a week ago 1 I an idea there were so many worshipers at your shrine not polite besides there arent so many dozen that you cant count im going with the same person to both if what youre dying to find out that that dixon ill bet a jitney P 1 dont call him that dixon hes hea been awfully nice to me why hes old too foo old aryon rose hose 11 he he just looks distinguished gui shed and youre youre jealous distinguished I 1 good night I 1 just because hes mustached cd like a magyar and wears glasses and lives in new york bert patton youre horrid I 1 I 1 think id better beiter go in and look after mamma anyway good night he her hand in both of ills his rose bosle dear dont go sit down wont you he pulled her gently t toward him she yielded finally and sat down he slipped an arm boldly around her dear I 1 love you yon ill whybert patton I 1 yes I 1 do rose I 1 adore you clear crazy about you you dont care about that new york fellow do you 1 I dont know papa seems to like him what hes here for papa wanted wr buted somebody reliable for a good place he has open andar and mr dixon came to see about it clucky lucky dog sighed bertie bertic but you rose oh say rose be toy my girl wont you cant you yon say you love me I 1 love you youl I 1 1 I dont kno know you see papa Suda suddenly enly a born sounded pounded auda and a car stopped at the curb theres papa bowl now I 1 rose sprang up mr air ford came up the path slowly limping and the car slid away I 1 oh that you rosie W waited acted up did you a nice girl and bert patton well I 1 declare I 1 mamma in bed dont tell her we had an accident no not much hurt huri just my foot but we might have been killed all of us it ads was that young ass dixon out joy riding ran into us the tool fool I 1 catch me giving a good job to a scatterbrain like that dont have him around again roste I 1 dont like him come in now its late say goodnight good night to bertl bert I 1 1 I wonder said bertle bertie that flight as lie be stepped blithely homeward through the darkness if I 1 just lasso the particular star itsal I 1 sat under tonight and wear it on my la lapel pel such luck sometimes there Is a story without a plot copyright 1917 by th the mcclure newspaper syndicate |