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THE MOTION PICTURE STORY MAGAZINE
Then, when they stood before the mysterious, odd-shaped flowers, she explained to him their individual points.
"Now, this one, shaped like a butterfly, is of the Habenaria species, and this one, with the musky odor, is a Her minium."
Jack bent to sniff at the waxy blossom, and, as he did so, a loose strand of the girl's hair brushed his cheek. The enervating fragrance of that glossy, waving hair went to his brain like fumes of wine. The orchid was forgotten, and Louise was very much startled to find herself in Jack's arms, with his lips pressed to hers.
"Why, Jack Jason!" she gasped, indignantly. Then she grew shy, as he told her how he loved her, how he thought of her constantly, and how he would never be happy until she was his little wife. .She felt about the matter just as Jack did, but she also felt that an immediate surrender would mark the moment as flat,
lacking in spice. So, with a mischievous toss of her head, she evaded a direct answer.
" I 'm afraid the heavy, moist air in here has affected your mind, Jack," she said, demurely. "I'm going to see how the game is getting on."
"No, dont go," he pleaded. "We've got a more interesting and important game of our own to play out."
"What are you playing for — a
THE PROPOSAL
mate?" she asked, with an audacious smile that showed a flash of pearllike teeth between the carmine bow of her lips.
"Yes," he answered, yearningly, ' ' if you want to put it that way. ' '
"Well, you've got it," she cried, tauntingly, as she sprang toward the door. Then she looked over her shoulder, and, with a dare in her sparkling eyes, she flung back the one word, "Checkmate!"
"Why, you little minx ! ' ' Jack called after her; but she was speeding across the lawn, laughing softly t o herself. Reaching an aged sycamore tree, she stopped to take breath and look back. Jack was# only a few yards away , making straight for her, with amiable determination. Louise dodged behind the huge trunk, circled it as Jack followed, then made a bold dash forward. But he was prepared for those tactics, and, with a bound he had her again captive.
"Check to the queen !" he exclaimed, triumphantly, as he held her face up to his, and extorted kiss after kiss. ' ' There ! " he said, ' ' that is the penalty for your false move."
"Oh! I'm tired of this game!" whimpered Louise, wriggling away and smoothing her tangled hair.
"No, you're not," he contradicted. "You like it just as well as I do." And she covered her burning cheeks, and dropped her eyes, for she knew he spoke the truth.