Stella Rosevelt — page 134: what you’re looking at

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128 | A GLAD MEETING. ‘“You must come out to Yonkers, some day, and see Mr. Rosevelt,” Star said, upon one of these occasions. “There, I declare, we have found so much else to talk about, that I have not even told you where I live,” she said, laughing. ‘‘And I am invited out to see Wr. Rosevelt, am 1?” he asked, with a twinkle of mischief in his fine eyes. “Yes,” Star returned, demurely. ‘‘I know he will be very much pleased to see you—indeed, he said so when I told him of our meeting. He remembers how good to him you were after his rescue.” ‘Thanks. Then I shall certainly avail myself of your in- vitation, and go out to see Mr. Rosevelt some day very soon,” he said, with a grave bow; but his eyes told her that she would be the star to attract him thither. ““You say Ae remembers what transpired on the steamer. Do you remember, too, Miss Star, how you told me at parting that I should always be your friend—that you would never forget me?” Stars glorious eyes drooped, and the quick color rushing upward, stained all her fair face to those soft yellow curls.on her forehead. ‘‘T have not forgotten,” she murmured, softly. ‘‘Neither have I, as perhaps this will prove to you,” said the young man, lifting a tiny locket which hung from his watch- chain, and, touching a spring, held it up before her. It contained nothing save a tress of shining hair, and Star knew in an instant to whom it had once belonged. Like a flash she remembered the cameo that he had given her as a souvenir, and a choking sensation came into her throat. She knew by the way he was looking at her—by the way he had asked her if she ‘‘remembered ”—that he was wonder- -~ €O = ( Ebooks. co