A JEALOUS TWAIN
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I won't stand it anylonger!" de
dared Vinr.p.nt 'Rrnwn stormilv.
"Neither would I," asserted his
fnend and familiar, Tom Rogers.
"Three times and out Is the limit,
TTes," muttered Vincent gloomily,
glancing across a vacant village
block to the next street, "this is the
third time she has been out driving
wftn that fellow. He think's he's
some, doesn't he, hiring the best rig
aShe" was Nellie Duncan, the belle
of Ithe place. "That fellow" was a
suspected rival, a stranger and this,
indeed, was the third time he had
taken Miss Duncan for an afternoon
"Who is he?" inquired Tom.
"I hear his name is Ralston. He Is
a civil engineer or something of that
sort, and has some interest in the
binding of that big dam down the
river1. He can't be very busy, to come
uii'here each day and spend two or
three hours with Nellie."
l"Well, you said you weren't going
to' stand it any longer, observed Tom
after a pause.
'"And I'm not!" vociferated Vin
cent, firing up.
"What you going to do about it, if
I 'may inquire?"
s "Get even with Nellie. She's,either
trying me out or wants to make me
""Why don't you ask her which?"
propounded Tom bluntly.
"I don't have a chance. You see,
it was fit a picnic we got engaged.
Her mother is a contrary, irrational
piece of goods. Just as likely as not
ellie told me, if she saw me atten
tive to ner daughter she'd put the
clamps straight on, so Nellie advised
that "we keep our affair a secret until
Tioi fatTior trnt nanr Qha nan nnyv
hjm into anything, see?" .. , 1
"I do see," responded Tom, '"hut I
also see this fellow JRalston cutting
the grouriH but from under youFfeet.
You've got to "have an explanation or '
do something." ,'
"I'm. .going to," asserted Vincenf
stanchly. - '
"What?" - -
"I'm going to make Nellje jealous.7
"By letting her see me- withsoi
girl driving around, just asshe jdo
A Last Glance Showed Nellie Still
You know that double-seatedmotor-cycle
of mine? Well, for an evening
or two Miss Nellie is going to see me
'go- whizzing past her h'ous with a
well-dressed veiled lady seatedliSfina
me on the machine." -
"Why, say," brightened up Tom,
"that harum-scarum sister of- mine
willhelp"you out in that." r
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