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ed Sue. "Well, you're undoubt
edly right. Still, I give myself a
"Bob grew suddenly sober.
"You'll be back in two weeks,
Sue just two weeks from today.
That will be Valentine's day."
"Indeed not," said Sue.
Bob was searching in his pock
ets. "I found this clipping," he
said, dropping a slip of paper into
her hand. "That old custom is
well worth reviving here and
now, in this city. It would sim
plify matters sometimes. I've
concluded to adopt it."
" 'Until the eighteenth - cen
tury,' read Sue, 'the custom sur
vived in England of regarding
the first girl seen by a man on
the morning of St. Valentine's
day as his valentine, or sweet
"I can't get out of town on that
'day," said Bob, significantly, "so
you see you must be back."
"But if I don't see?" laughed
Sue dropped her viojets. Her
eyes met Bob's fairly.
"I'm in earnest, dear," Bob's
voice trembled. "I must always
go on loving you. And you love
me. I know it, if you don't.
Your eyes tell me sometimes.
Now listen, Sue. I shall have a
final answer from you on St.
Valentine's day. This little clip
ping suggests a way. You will
"Bob," said Sue, incredulous.
She had grown pale, but her eyes
"Yes," said Bob, positively. He
held out his hand. "You will
come, Sue. His voice was ab
rupt, almost harsh. But his eyes
"Good-bye," said Sue, coldly.
She held out her hand.
Bob seized both hers violets
and all. "Good-bye," he said.
Bob didn't write. In vain Sue
ran at the postman's whistle. In
vain her cheeks reddened at each
ring of the telephone bell.
Snow-shoeing parties and Mask
ing parties were interspersed with
card-parties and dancing-parties.
There were men in abundance."
Several showed marked willing
ness to help Sue forget BoW But
Sue didn't forget.
"Tomorrow's Valentine's day,"
said Kate. The girls were toast
ing themselves deliciously in the
warmth of the blazing open fire.
"Yes," said Sue.
"And there's the postman,
now," cried Kate. She ran to the
door. Sue waited quite indiffer
ently. But her eyes, fixed on the
flames, were wistful.
"One, two, three, four what a
girl you are, Sue," laughed Kate,
dropping a shower of snowy en
velopes into Sue's lap.
Sue saw but one. That was a
square package. It was address
ed in a strong masculine scrawl.
Quietly, she opened it. Inside was
a small candy-box. It was a satin
heart a warm, blood-red heart.
"His heart?" mocked Kate.
"Full of sweet thoughts in the
shape of chololates, Sue?"
No, said Sue. She peeped
inside the heart. Then she shut
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