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THE MOTION PICTURE STORY MAGAZINE
"Not till yesterday/' she replied, still holding her head so that her glowing cheeks were hidden.
"Not till yesterday?" he repeated, ' ' not till yesterday ? Why, dear heart, I have thought of nothing but you since then, and that is why I came here, and when I found you here, dear maid, and saw you sleeping, do you know what I did ? ' '
The simple girl looked up in wonder, and, as she did, he suddenly drew her to him and pressed his lips to hers so firmly that she could not make answer.
"I did this— and t h i s — and this ! ' \ he cried, between kisses, ' ' and you did not awaken. "Would you have stopped me, my sweet?"
' ' I — I was so desolate and lonely, sir," she murmured, "and I was dreaming of you. When I awoke and saw the idol of my dream, I was frightened. But, now — oh, sir, I'm so happy."
' ' Bless your heart, sweet be
1 O V e d," h e DO FORGIVE ME
breathed; "I am
happy, too, for I have plucked love's
mother rose."
So while the shadows lengthened' thru the green branches and the mare nibbled contentedly, the girl lightened her anxious fears by sharing them with her new friend and lover.
Time sped away until two weeks had told their length in golden days, and between the rising and the setting of each sun, young Carter and Lola had spent hours together.
Her regular disappearance every
day, however, had not escaped the jealous eyes of Jean LaReau, and when, one morning, he saw her arranging a flower in her hair, he followed her stealthily. When she turned into an open mead, and Frank Carter caught her in his arms, Jean slunk behind, in the shadows.
"I cant stay but a minute today," laughed Lola, breathlessly.
"Why not, dear heart?" Frank questioned, curling the full length of one long wave of bright hair about his forefinger and bringing it to his lips. "They're beginning to wonder at the c a m p — at least I 'm sure Jean is, ' ' and a pretty frown gathered between her eyes as she looked anxiously about. "I wonder if he ever follows me? I'm so afraid of him," she added, drawing nearer to Frank.
"Then why must you go back to them?" he begged. "Why not come with me now? I cant bear that you should be afraid and I not near." "Because I haven't yet found the paper that old Jess told me about," and she laid her palms a moment against his anxious face, " and I do so want to clear up my parentage before I come to you."
"All right, little woman, but I want you to remember by this token that I am longing for you every minute of the day, ' ' and with boyish shyness he kissed a little ring before he slipped it the length of her slim, brown finger. "Now, go before they miss you."
CARTER BEGGED