“No. We are arrived, then, at the longed-for, dreamed-of moment when I begin to kiss you.”
She stirred in his arms and they tightened about her.
“I am still frail,” murmured Peter Parker reproachfully, “and I wish you would remain quite still while I ... begin ... to ... kiss you....”
There in the quaintly lovely room which fragile Effie Darrow’s yearnings had brought into being, with Miss Ada, blushing, tearful, creeping out in her crocheted slippers to hang over the stair rail, looking and listening, with the Altonia perishing in cleansing flame, with Mrs. Eugenia Adams Parker exulting in her room at the Bella Vista, and Janice Jennings, halted on a dim street, smudging her vivid make-up with a torrent of wild weeping, with a mocking bird tuning up for his night’s engagement, they stood upon The Wishing Carpet in a high oblivion of young joy.
But a sound, so strange and unwonted that it pierced even that armored moment, made them turn and stare.
Henry Clay Bean was laughing!
The End
FICTION OF STRIKING QUALITY
MANY WATERS
By ELINOR CHIPP $2.00
A novel of high distinction woven around a love with a springlike beauty and the changing development of youth.