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A trace of artificial color on her face and the indelicacy of her dress but slightly counteracted Lane's first impression. "You promised to call me up and make a date," she said, and sat down close to him. "Yes. I meant it too. But Bessy, I was ill, and then I forgot. You didn't miss much." "Hot dog! Hear the man. Daren, I'd throw the whole bunch down to be with you," she exclaimed.
"You must like my kisses, Mel Iden," he said. "I implore you Daren" "I implore you to marry me." "Dear friend, listen to reason," she begged. "You don't love me. You've just a chivalrous notion you can help me and my boy by giving us your name. It's noble, Daren, thank you. But " "Take care," warned Lane, bending low over her. "I can make good my word all night."
I thought men liked a girl to be bad. The girls nicknamed me Angel Bell, but not because I was an angel, I'll tell the world.... Now I'm going to try to be the girl you want me to be." The time came when Daren had to make a painful choice. His sister Lorna grew weary of his importunities and distrustful of his espionage.
The ship glided slowly up the Narrows; and from its deck Daren Lane saw the noble black outline of the Statue of Liberty limned against the clear gold of sunset. A familiar old pang in his breast longing and homesickness and agony, together with the physical burn of gassed lungs seemed to swell into a profound overwhelming emotion.
They reached the landing of the outside stairway. Peering down, Lane did not see any one. "I guess the coast is clear. Now, beat it, Bessy." She lifted the white veil and raised her face. In the dim gray light Lane saw it as never before. "Kiss me, Daren," she whispered. Lane had never kissed her. For an instant he was confused. "Why little girl!" he exclaimed.
Bessy's footsteps pattered softly as she ran block after block, and she did not slacken her pace till she reached the house where Daren Lane had his room. In answer to her ring a woman appeared, who told her Mr. Lane was out. This was a severe disappointment to Bessy, and left her an alternative that required more than courage, but she did not vacillate.
"Yes, now and then, as she rides by in an automobile. But she never sees me.... Daren, I don't know what your your that engagement means to you, but I must tell you Helen Wrapp doesn't conduct herself as if she were engaged. Still, I don't know what's in the heads of girls to-day. I can only compare the present with the past."
He stamped on the porch and flapped his arms to remove the generous covering of snow that had adhered to him. And as he was about to knock, the door opened, and Mel stood in the sudden brightness. "Hello, Mel, how are you? some snow, eh?" was his cheery greeting, and he went in and shut the door behind him. "Why, Daren you you " "I what! Aren't you glad to see me?"
If the situation had disturbed her equilibrium in the least, the moment had passed. She did not care what Lane thought of her guests or what they thought of him. But she seemed curious about him. Bessy Bell came and sat beside her, watching Lane. "Daren, do you dance?" queried Helen. "You used to be good. But dancing is not the same. It's all fox-trot, toddle, shimmy nowadays."
And maybe I'll be strong enough to go to work presently," he said, hopefully. "Do you think Manton will take me back half days at first?" "I have my doubts, Daren," she replied, soberly. "Hattie Wilson has your old job. And I hear they're pleased with her. Few of the boys got their places back." "Hattie Wilson!" exclaimed Lane. "Why, she was a kid in the eighth grade when I left home."
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