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"I want always to do beautiful
tilings," she said.
"I am building a'beautiful hduTe,'
be added. "Now if you could only
put your beautiful ideas ihto the in
terior decoration "
At that instant Margie entered and
Ruth caught an expression that
seemed to warn her to leave as soon
as possible. Clearly she was an in
terloper, poaching oh her cousin's
preserves and it must not happen
again. She excused herself on the
plea of study and left the room.
, Ruth was not left long in doubt as
to the state of affairs between young
Beecham and her cousin. Margie did.
not conceal the fact that she cared
for him and the other girl began to
the slow torture of seeing the love
which was more to her than life
withheld and given to another.
So it was that Ruth absented her
self from the room when ' Glenn
Beecher called, or once in a whlfe,
when the temptation grew too strong
lihgered a few minutes if only to see
his face or hear the sound of his
After even these slight glimpses of
him she found it harder each time to
cpneentrate her mind on her work
and she prayed that she might be
able to put him out of her life.
There was to be a little dinner
dance at the Vanes and flowers for
the. decorations were coming in,
Ruth saw the maid taking a long,
white box to Margie's room.
"They are from him," she
"I wonder what they are."
She was not left long in doubt, for
Margie called her In to see.
"Look!" she cried. "Aren't they
"Very," said Ruth faintly:
Her heart thumped so hard and
then seemed to stand still. She was
finding it difficult not to reveal her
feelings to the other girl.
In the box Were splendid, royal, red
rosea! The very flowers he knew she
loved! He had eared ao little he had
flaunted his gift to another before
her very eyes! She felt she must
tear them from her fortunate rival
and cry out: "They are mine! Mihe!"
But she drew out of the room quiet:
ly, wondering if she could bear to see
him that night.
She decided- that pride must come
to her aid, and she must not excite
comment by not appearing, so she
dressed her hair in theJnest becom
ing way, and put' on the only even
ing gown she possessed, a simple
white crepe. She was after all rather
pleased with the reflection in the
glass of a graceful little figure with
beautiful arms, shining dark hair,
soft eyes and a distinctly -adorable
She came down just in time to be
paired off with a crude young man
who could talk of nothing but base
ball and the horse show. At the ta
ble she tried to entertain him, but it
seemed that whenever she glanced
down where Beecham sat next to
Margie he always aeemed to be, look
ing at .her, but she concluded it was
because she looked so much at him,
and after that keptr her eyes- in her
own neighborhood. Margie was
wearing one of his roses.
After dinner, when the dancing be
gan, Beecham came to Ruth and
asked net to dance. She tried to re
fuse, but the temptation was too
great. - She would have that one
great joy if she never spoke to ifim"
After the dance he led her away to
a quiet corner.
"Now, he said with a grim at
tempt at a smile, "I'm going ,to in
flict myself on you for a few min
utes. I hope you'll bear it with Chris
tian fortitude. I'd like to know what
I've done to make you positively
loathe my presence."
Why nothing, she stammered,
not knowing what else to say. .
"Of course, I ought to have known
it's just a common case of don't
"Oh, no! no! it isn't!" she cried