By George Munson.
"I think you're nice very nice,
Mr. Hardy. ButJE like you so much
better when you dcsn-'t make love to
"Why?" asked John Hardy, the
new assistant to the United States
commissioner of Tongo Island, South
Pacific, as they sat under a p aim
"Because I'm not that sort of a
girl," answered Lydia Durfree, only
daughter of the above-mentioned
"I'll tell you what the trouble is,
Miss Lydia," said the young man,
brazenly. "You don't care for any of
us, because you happen to be the
only white girl on the island, with
nearly twenty men to pick and choose
The girl flushed angrily; then
laughed. "Yes, and none of the other
nineteen is on speaking terms with
me because I have refused them all,"
she confessed. "That's why I want
to save the only friend I have left to
John Hardy had only been in Ton
go a month, but already he knew that
Lydia was the one girl in the world
for him. So he took hold of the little
"I can't help it," he said. "I love
you, Lydia. Just tell me there's
some hope for me."
"Now you're talking nonsense, Mr.
lardy," she answered, severely, nev
ertheless letting the hand lie in his
3lasp. "I confess I am a little fond of
you. But I'll have to know you a good
deal better before before I can even
'istsn to that sort of conversation."
"I'll wait another month, then,"
aid the young man, gloomily.
The truth was that Lydia was de
cidedly spoiled. But then, at twenty
one, with a score of eligible young
men upon a tiny island, with dances
and entertainments going on all the
time, one does love a little amusement
before one settles down to the staid
ness of married life. Lydia knew that
she had loved Hardy from the mo
ment they set eyes on each other. But
she was not going to let him know
yet Not, perhaps, until her father's
term of service ended with the next
year's presidential elections, which,
everyone knew, would throw his
party out of power.
Before the month had gone any
where near half way, John Hardy
knew that his love was the overmas-
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tering impulse of his life. And Lydia.
seemed as distant as ever. Worse,
she had become reconciled with di
verse and sundry ancient suitors.who,
finding life unsupportable without
feminine society, had conquered their
feelings and humbly craved Lydia for
her friendship, which she had been
pleased to accord.
Then one day John failed to turn
up, as usual, and the next day, instead
of excuses, he brazenly said that he
had had an appointment During the
ensuing weeks he came far less often
to the residence. Lydia pretended not
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