A WOMAN'S SACRIFICE
By Frank Filson.
"Come here, girl; don't look at me
as jt I were a dragon 1"
Elsie went forward and looked at
Miss Ingleby with an expression of
so much mingled hatred and admira
tion that the elder woman flashed her
white teeth and her eyes twinkled
exactly as they did in the posters
with which almost every boarding in
"On Thursday Morning I Will Give
You My Answer."
the United States had been decorated
at one time or another.
She went forward defiantly, but a
moment later somehow she found
that she was crying upon Miss Ingle
by's shoulder, while the singer
caressed her and patted her hair
"So I have stolen her beau away
from her and she wants him back!"
whispered Miss Ingleby. "Isn't that
Elsie raised her head. "I shouldn't
mind if If you meant to' marry
Tom," she sobbed. "But I know you
are only amusing- yourself -with hhnf
because Tom is much younger than- J
"How old are you, child?" inquired
"Twenty," said Elsie defiantly.
"Tom is twenty-five. And you
must be nearly thirty," said Elsie.
"So I know you don't mean to mar
ry Tom. And we were to be married
at Christmas, and now now he
won't speak to me."
The match between Elsie Lennon.
and Tom Banks was approved by all
Kentville, for Tom was a rising young
business man of the town and Elsie's
father, old Major Lennon, who kept
the summer hotel, had been one of
the first settlers. And they had been
sweethearts for years.
Since the singer had come td spend
a couple of weeks' vacation, however,
he had ,had no eyes for poor little
Elsie. He seemed fascinated by the
older woman's bright eyes and witty
talk, her mature ways and air of
"Never you mind; you shall have
your Tom again," whispered Miss In
But it seemed a harder problem
that Miss Ingleby had expected. She
had not meant to lead Tom on. But
a woman of the world often forgets
.that the light interchange of repartee
and bandinage may be the cut and
thrust of mortal earnest to an inex
perienced young man.
It was Tom who furnished her with
her opportunity that evening when
they sat together on the piazza.
"Miss Ingleby," he srid, "I want to
tell you something. You are going
away on Thursday but I don't want
you to go out of my life. You have
made me love you
"Love you!" she exclaimed. "Why,
you are nothing but a boy!"
"I am twenty-five," he answered
sullenly. "I know you may be a year
or two older than I am. But where
love exists age does not count I "
"Mr. Banks, listen to me." said the
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