By Katherine Howe
"I'm sick of your nagging and jeal
ousy!" Elizabeth Farley gave a defiant
look at the young man, whose plead
ing, honest eyes sought to have con
vinced her of the reason and sincer
ity of his argument.
"Dear, it's not meant to be ilagging.
It's only that I want to keep you
from trouble and unhappiness. May
be I don't put it just as you'd like
it but T mean right."
"But you can't understand," she
cried. "I'm determined to make
something of my life. "What's the use
of having a talent if you don't use
it? You- said yourself I could act"
"Yes, I did. I think you were some
actress in that play we gave for the
Belgian sufferers but that's differ
ent." "Oh, yes, it's different if you work
like a slave and give your services
for charity. But I want to make my
"You know you don't have to . I I
want to make the living for you."
"Yes, Earle I know but I can
make more than you're earning.
Why lots of actresses get $100 a
"Yes, and lots don't get more than
"Oh, well, if I begin at that I'll soon
show them I'm worth more."
"Look here, Elizabeth; it's that ac
tor, Winter! He's been telling you
these fairy tales, he's been trying "
"Stop there!" stormed the girl.
"Hw do you know what he has told
"What do you know about him?"
"Well, I guess Elsie Burns knows
about him! She introduced him to
" she used to know him ten
yearo c ;o, when she was just a Md."
"Well what have you 'to say about
him?" the retorted.
"I dou'fc like the look in his eyes."
"That's lots, isn't it?" 4nd the
girl turned angrily from him and
Earle Terry looked after her,
standing still in his perplexity. His
face was white and set with the ag
ony tugging at his heart. For a year
he had loved Elizabeth with all the
intensity of a deep, earnest nature.
Six months they had been engaged,
and now this cloud threatened to
burst into a storm, wrecking his hope
of happiness. ,
Elizabeth was only a trifle over
18, but her parents being in moderate"
circumstances, she had felt on leav
ing school she must do something
to earn her living. But an indulgent
father and mother had wished her to
first njoy her release from studies,
and when Earle Terry, a teller in the
one bank of the little town, began
to pay her marked attentions, his
suit was regarded with favor by Eliz
abeth's father, who knew the steady,
industrious character of the young
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