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PAIR PLAY, STB. GENEVIEVE, MISSOURI.
By KATHLEEN NORRIS
Synopsis. Doctor Strickland, re
tired, Is llvlnn with his family at
Mill Valley, Just out of Sun Fran
cisco. Anne, the doctor's niece, Is
twenty-four. Allx. the doctor's
daughter, is twenty-one. Cherry
the other daughter, Is eighteen,
Their closest friend Is Peter Joyce,
an odd, lovable sort of recluse. He
Is secretly In love with beautiful
Cherry. Martin Lloyd, a visiting
mining engineer, pays court to
Cherry and wins her promise to
(CHAPTER I Continued.)
"Peter Is a dear fellow," the doctor
mused. "But Cherry why, she's bare
ly eighteen! He I don't suppose he
really ever kissed her " The old man
hesitated, began again: "Just fancy,"
he assured her. "Just an old father's
fear that she Is growing up too fasti"
"Becaue we all, and you especially,
poll her," Anne reminded him, smil
ing. "Peter," she added thoughtfully,
"has klsed us all, now and then I"
She stooped for a dutiful good-night
kiss, and was gone'.
Downstairs, the doctor sat on, think
ing, and his face was grave. He was
thinking of little Cherry's good-night
kiss, half an hour ago. She had rested
against his arm. and he had held her
there, but what had been the thoughts
behind the blue eyes so near his own?
He realized with a great ruh of fear
that some man had kissed Cherry to
night, had held her against a tobacco
scented coat, and that the girl was a
woman, and an awakened woman at
thnt. Cherry kissed a man ! Her fa
ther's heart winced away from the
Young Lloyd nnd Peter had walked
home with her. But If Anne was right
In her maidenly susplclonsof Lloyd's
Intentions, then It must have been Pe
ter who surprised little Cherry with a
And as he came to his conclusions
n certain relief crept Into the old
man's heart. Peter was an odd fel
low; he was ten years too old for the
child. But Peter was a lover of hooks
and gardens and woods and music, aft
er all, and Peter's father nnd this old
man musing by the fire had been "Lee"
and "Paul" to each other since boy
hood. Peter might give Cherry a kiss
as Innocently as a brother; In any
case, Peter would wait for her, would
be all consideration and tenderness
when he did win her.
Cherry, he reflected fearfully, was
ai pretty ns her mother had been at
eighteen, with the same rounded chin
and apricot cheeks, and the same
shadowed Innocent blue eyes with a
film of corn-colored hair hlown across
them. She had the strange, the Inde
finable quality that without words, al
most without glances, draws youth
toward youth, draws admiration and
passion, draws life and nil its pain.
Her father for the first time tonight
formulated In his heart the thought
that she might be happily married
Married nonsense! Why, what did
she know of life, of submission nnd
courage and sacrifice? It would be
years, many years, before the snowy
frills, and the pale gold head, and the
firm, brown little hand would be rend)
Not many hours after he went slow
ly up to bed morning began to creep
Into the little valley. Alls, at her
early bath, henrd quail calling, nnd
looked out to see the lat of the log
vanishing at eight o'clock, nd to get
h wet rush of fragrance from the Pit
slan Illae, blooming this year for th.
flrst time. At half-past eight she fame
out Into the garden, to find her father
Bomewhat ruefully studying the turn
bled ruins of the yellow lmnkslu rose
The garden was still wet, but warm
ing fast : she picked a plume of durk
and perfumed heliotrope, and began to
fasten It In bis coat lapel while she
"We'll never get that back on Un
roof, n.y deal boy," Allx said mater
Her father pursed his Hps, shook
ills head doubtfully. The rose, n slinrt
week ago, bad been spreading fnnllki
branches well toward the ridge pule h
story and n half above their heads
But the grent wind of yestereve that
had ended the spring and brought In
the summer had dragged It from Its
place nnd Hung It, n Jumble of emnnild
leaves and sweet clusters of cream)
blossoms, across the path and the
steps of the porch. Alls tentative!)
tugged at a loose spray, and strx)d
biting her thumb,
ner attention was distracted by the
etter puppy who came clumsily gam
boting toward her. "Hello, old Bumpy
doodles I" she said with rich affec
tion, kissing the dog's silky head, and
bur' I ii g both hands In his feathered
collar. "Hello, old Buck!"
"Alexandra, for heaven's sake stop
handling that brfitel" said Peter
Joyce disgustedly, coming up the path,
n dare ay you've not had your break
fast, either. Go wash your hands !
Homing, Doctor I"
Father and daughter turned to smile
arson him, u tall, lean man, with q
ywug face and a finely groomed head,
ad with touches of premature silver
at k& temple.
He was u bachelor, Just entering
his thirties, a fastidious, critical, ex
acting man by reputation, but showing
his best side to the Strlcklnnds. They
had n vague Idea that he was rich, ac
cording to their modest standard, but
he apparently had no extravagant
tastes, and lived ns quietly, 0 more
quietly, than they did. lie liked soli
tude, books, music, dogs, nnd his fire
side. The old doctor's one social en
joyment was In visiting Peter, nnd
the younger man went to no other
place so steadily as lie came to the
old house under the redwoods.
'"Morning, Peter!" said Doctor
Strickland now, smiling at him.
"Have you had yours?"
"My house," said Mr. Joyce, fastid
iously, "Is a well-managed place. Soy,"
he added, pursing his lips to whistle,
as he looked at the rose tree, "did
Tuesday's wind do thnt?"
"Tuesday's wind and Dad," Alls
answered. "Will It go back. Peter?"
"I I don't know I" he mused,
wnlklng slowly about the wreck. "If
we had a lever down here, and some
fellow on the roof with a rope, may
be." "Mr. Lloyd la coming over!" Alls
nnnounced. Peter nodded absently,
but the mention of Martin Lloyd re
minded him that they had all dined
at his house on the very evening when
the mysterious gale had commenced,
and with Interest he asked:
"Cherry catch cold coming home
"No; she squeezed In between Dad
and me, and was as warm as toast!"
Allx answered casually. "How'd you
like Mr. Lloyd?" she added.
"Nice fellow!" Peter answered.
"He's awfully nice," Allx agreed.
"Who Is he?" Peter asked curiously.
"Where are his people and all that?"
"His people live In Portland," the
girl answered. "He's a mining en
gineer, and he's waiting now to be
called to El Nldo ; he's to be at a mine
there. He's lots of fun when you
know hlra, really!"
"Talking of the new Prince Charm
ing, of course," Anne Enid, Joining
them, and linking nn arm In her un
cle's and in Allx's arm. "Don't bring
that puppy In, Allx, please! Break
fast, Uncle Lee. Come and have an
other cup of coffee, Peter!"
'Prince Charming, eh?" Peter
echoed thoughtfully, as they all
turned toward a delicious drift of the
odor of bacon and coffee, and crossed
the porch to the dining room. "I was
going down for the mail, but now I'll
have to stay and see this rose matter
through! Thanks, Anne, but I'll
watch you. Where's Cherry?" he
added, glancing about.
Cherry answered the question her
self by trailing In In a Japanese wrap
per, and beginning to drink her colTee
with bare, slender arms resting on the
table. Nobody protested, the adored
youngest was usually given her way.
'I henrd you all laughing, under
the window and It woke me up !"
Cherry said dreamily.
"It seems to me," Anne, who had
been eyeing her uneasily, said lightly,
'that some one I know Is getting pret
ty old to come downstairs In that rig
when strangers are here!"
'It seems to me this Is Just as de
cent as lots of things bathing suits.
for Instance!" Cherry returned In-
Old Bumpy-doodles!" Said
Burying Both Hands In His
stnntly, gathering the robe about her,
nnd giving Anne a resentful glnnce
over her blue cup.
"I have a rope somewhere " the
doctor ruminated. "Where did I put
that long rope what did I have It
for, In the first plnct "
"You hud It to guy the apple tree,1
Allx reminded him. "The tree that
died ufter all"
"Ah, yes!" said her father, his at'
tentlve fnce brightening. "Ah, yes
Now where Is thnt rope?" But even
as Allx observed thnt she had seen It
somewhere, and advanced n tentative
guess as to the cellar, his eyes fell
upon Cberry, and went from Cherry'i
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nbsorbed face for she was dreaming
over her breakfast to Peter, nnd he
wondered If Peter had kissed her.
"Come on, let's get nt It!" Allx ex
claimed with relish. "Come on,
Sweetums," she added, to tho dog.
She caught his forepnws, and he
whipped his beautiful tall between
his legs, nnd looked about with agon
ized eyes while she dragged him
through a clumsy dnnce. "He's the
darllngcst pup we ever had I" Allx
stated to Cherry, who was departing
Tor the upper regions and a complete
"Bring your cigarette out here, Pe
ter," the old doctor said, crossing the
garden to look In the abandoned
greenhouse for his rope. "It's not
here," he stnted. Then he began
again, "You brought Cherry home last
night?" he asked.
"As a mntter of fact, I didn't," Pe
ter nnswered, in his quick, precise
tones. VI came with Lloyd and Cherry
us far as the bridge, then I cut up the
hill. Why?" he ndded sharply.
"Nothing's up," Doctor Strickland
said slowly, "But I think Lloyd ad
mires or Is beginning to admire
her," he said.
"Who Cherry 1" Peter exclaimed,
with distaste and Incredulity In his
"You don'vt think so?" the doctor,
looking at him wistfully, asked eag
erly. "Why, certnlnly not!" Peter said,
his face very red. "She's much
younger than Anne and Allx "
"It doesn't always go by thnt," the
"No, I know It doesn't," Peter nn
swered In his quick, annoyed fnshlon,
"I should be sorry," Cherry's father
"Sorry!" Peter echoed Impatiently.
"But It's quite out of the question, of
course! It's quite out of the ques
tion. She she wouldn't consider him
for an Instant," he suddenly decided
In great satisfaction. "You mustn't
forget that she hns something to do
with It! Very fastidious, Cherry.
She's not -like other girls!"
"Tliats true that's true I" Doctor
Strickland agreed, In great relief.
They turned back toward the garden,
In time to meet Allx and several dogs
streaming across the clearing. Over
the girl's shoulder was colled the
great rope; she leaped various logs
and small bushes as she came, and
the dogs barked madly and leaped
with her. Breathless, she stumbled
and fell Into her father's arms, and
both men had tho same thoughts, one
that made them smile upon her torn
boyishness indulgently: "If this Is
twenty-one eighteen Is three long
years younger and less responsible!"
Immediately they gathered by the
fallen rose vine, all talking and dis
puting at once. A light rope was tied;
an experimental tug broke It like a
trlng, tumbling Allx violently In a
sitting position, and precipitating her
father into a loamy bed. Anne, who
was bargaining with a Chinese fruit
vendor frankly interested In their un
dertaking, had called that she would
help them In a second, when behind
Allx, who was still sitting on tho
ground, another voice offered help.
A young man had come into the
doctor's garden; work was Bloppcd
for a few minutes while they wel
comed Martin Lloyd.
He was tall and fair, broad, but
with not an ounce of extra weight,
with brown eyes always laughing, and
ready friendliness always In evi
dence. Anne's heart gave a throb of
approval as she studied him; Allx
HuMmm furiously, scowled a certain
boyish approval ; Cherry had not come
"Can you help us?" The doctor
echoed his question doubtfully. "I
don't know that It can be done!" he
What's that you're eating an apri
cot?" Martin said to Anne, In his
laughing way, "I was going to soy
thnt If It was a peach, you are a can
Oh, help!" Allx ejaculated, with a
look of elaborate scorn.
"No, but where were you Inst
night?" Mnrttn added In a lower tone
when he nnd Anno could speak unno
tlced. The happy color flooded her
I have to take care of my family
sometimes!" she. reminded him de
murely. "Wasn't Cherry u good substl
'Cherry's adorable!" he agreed.
"Isn't she sweet?" Anne asked en
tliuslnstlcnlly. "She's only n little girl,
really, but she's a little girl who Is
going to have a lot of attention some
dny!" she added, In her most matron
Martin did not answer, but turning
briskly toward the doctor, ho devoted
himself to the business !n hand.
I hey were all deep In the first
united tug, each person placed care
fully by the doctor, and guys for the
rope driven at Intervals decided by
Martin, when there was nn Interrup
tlon for Cherry's arrival on the scene
With characteristic coquetry she did
out npprouch, as the others had, by
means of the front' porch and the gar-
den path, but crept from the study
window Into a veritable tunnel of
green bloom, and camo crawling down
It, as sweet and, fragrant, as lovely
and us fresh, as the roses-themselves.
Her bright head was hidden by a blue
sunbonnct, assumed, she explained
later, because the thorns tangled her
hair; but ns, laughing nnd smothered
with roses,, she crept Into view, the
sunbonnct slipped bock, and the love
ly, flushed little face, with tendrils of
gold Btraylng ncross the white fore
head, and mischief gleaming In tho
blue, blue eyes was framed only In
loosened pale gold hair.
Years afterward Allx remembered
her so, as Martin Lloyd helped her to
spring free of the branches, nnd she
stood laughing at their surprise and
still clinging to'hls hand. "The day
we raised the rose tree" had n placo
of Its own In Allx's memory, as a tluio
of carefree fun nnd content, a time of
perfume nnd sunshine perhaps the
Inst time of its kind that any one of
them wns to know.
Cherry looked nt Martin daringly ns
she Joined the laborers ; he whole be
ing wns thrilling to the excitement of
his glnnce; she was hardly conscious
of what she wns doing or saying. Mnr
tln came close to her, In the general
"How's my little sweetheart this
Cherry looked up, her throat11 con
tracted, she looked down again, un
able to speak. She had been waiting
for his first word; now thnt It had
come It seemed so far richer and
sweeter thnn her wildest dream.
"How con I see you a minute?" Mar
tin murmured, snapping his big knife
"I have to walk down for the malli
" stammered Cherry, flonsdous only
of Martin and herself.
Both Peter nnd her father were
watching her with an unea'slness nnd,
Laughing and Smothered With Roses,
She Crept Into View.
suspicion that had sprung Into being
full-blown. Both men were .asking
themselves whnt they knew of this
strange young man who was suddenly
a part of their Intimate little world.
Peter, In his secret heart, had n
vague, dissatisfied1 feeling thnt Lloyd
was a man who held women, as a
class, rather In disrespect, and had
probably had his experiences with
them, but there was no way of ex
pressing, much less governing his
conduct townrd Martin by 'so purely
speculative a prejudice. Somewhat
appalled, In the sunny garden, strug
gling with the bnnksla, Peter decided
that this was not much to know of a
person who might have the audacity
to fall In love wlth.nn exquisite and
Innocent Cherry. After all, she would
not be a little girl forever; some man
would want to take that little corn
colored head nnd that delicious littlo
plnk-cJad person nway with him some
day, to be his wife ,
And suddenly Peter was torn by a
stab of pure pain, nnd he stood puz
zled nnd sick, In the garden bed, won
dering what was happening to him.
"Listen wont a drink?" Allx asked,
coming nut with a tin .dlppe that
spilled a glittering sheet of water
down the thirsty nasturtiums. "Rest
u few minutes, Peter. Dad wnnted a
pole, and Mr. Lloyd has gone up Into
the woods to cut one."
"And where's Cherry?" Peter asked,
"She went along jast up In the
woods here!" Allx answered. "They'll
be back before you could get there.
They'vo been gone five minutes!"
Five minutes were enough to take
Cherry nnd her lover out of sight of
the house, enough to have him put his
arm nbout her, nnd to have her rnlso
her Hps confidently, nnd yet shyly,
ngnln to his. They kissed each other
deeply, again nnd ngnln.
Their tnlk was Incoherent. Cherty
was still pluylng, coquetting nnd smil
ing, her words few, nnd Martin, hav
ing her so near, could only repent the
endearing phrases that attempted to
express to her his love nnd fervor.
"You darling! Do you know how I
love you? You darling you little ex
quisite beauty! Do you love me do
you love me?" Martin murmured, and
Cherry answered breathlessly:
"You know I do but you know 1
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