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PICTURE-PLAY WEEKLY
He turned away, a look of disinterest on his face.
The colonel gasped and hemmed, but said nothing.
"I guess I had better show you to your room now," said Mrs. Warren, as she motioned for the pseudo Jean to follow her.
In the room, she kissed Prudence.
"Where is your trunk key?" Mrs. Warren next asked.
Prudence almost sank through the
floor. "Why — why " she said slowly.
Then a brilliant idea struck her. "I guess I must have lost it," she smiled. "But it can easily be forced open."
"Surely," said Mrs. Warren. "Now, honey, you get dressed and we will have
'"Prudence," the young physician said, "you mean everything to me. I love you."
"Here's your trunk, honey," she said in her motherly manner.
"Prudence started. "Oh, yes," she managed to stutter. "Thank you, Mrs. Warren."
In her heart, Prudence was wishing that this kindly old lady would retire and leave her alone. This game was becoming a trifle more difficult than she first imagined it would.
"But I love him," she whispered to herself. "I do !"
dinner served. You are tired, I suppose, after your long journey, and you want to rest."
Prudence's heart sank. If only Mrs. Warren would go ! She didn't even know where she was supposed to have come from.
In the drawing-room the old colonel said to his son :
"You didn't seem very happy to see Jean. That was a very cold reception you gave her."
Doctor Warren turned to avoid hi.1 father's searching eyes.
"I'll do better to-night, father, at din ner, I promise."
"That sounds more like yourself,' said the old colonel.
At dinner that night the little part} was merry.
Doctor Warren and Jean seemed t( be getting along finely, and the ok colonel nudged his wife as the two ben forward and whispered something tc each other.
"Oh," come Prudence's voice, "uj North they wouldn't say or do a thint like that!"
She had the sentence out of he mouth before she realized what she wa saying.
Doctor Warren seized her hand un der the table, and squeezed it. The ol< colonel looked hard at his wife.
"Do you know, Jean," he said, "vo; have the most wonderful No'then ac cent I ever heard?"
Prudence dropped her napkin in con fusion, and Doctor Warren stooped t pick it up as she, too, leaned over.
"Pass it off," he whispered.
Prudence rose with a twinkle in he eye.
"Oh, that accent?" she smiled. "Wh; one of my instructors in English wa a Northern man, and he was the fun niest old fellow !" She laughed de liciously, and soon had them holdin' their sides at a story.
When she retired that night, Docto Warren whispered surreptitiously int< her ear : "You are the cleverest littl actress I ever saw, Prudence. Keei it up !"
The days flew happily. Prudenc quite won her way into the hearts o the old colonel and Mrs. Warren. Bu the old people looked askance at th match they had set their hearts oii One day Doctor Warren seemed to b very happy in the supposed Jean's com pany : the next he would dash out t the hated hospital.
Then one morning came a letter tha threatened to break up the whole plo> It read :
"Dear Colonel: I am at Hi Springs, Arkansas, and I wish yo would send my trunk to the Gran Hotel there. Yours,
"Jean St. John."
With a puzzled brow, the coloiu showed it to his wife.