Willmar tribune. [volume] (Willmar, Minn.) 1895-1931, 1899-04-26
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for the door and ran into a crowd
OF fellows on the threshold. He pulled
himself up with start.
1.-The dickens! Oh! is that you,
Maury? Glad to see you: Preston and
Davis and Page. No, can't stop. Beg
pardon for nearly upsetting you all
but I'm in the biggest kind of hurry
L. The rest was lost in the distance.
The students left glanced at one an
other and laughed.
"Better look to your laurcls, Maury.
Sabrien's after your girl,' said Preston
good-naturedly. "Sabrien never hur-
ries unless Miss Whiting is around
''People who live in glass houses
began Maury with the air of happy as
surance that a university man always
assumes when he has secured for a part
ner the girl all the other men want.
''How in the name of all that's Won
derful did Miss Whiting happen to
promise this german to you?' demand
ed Davis, struggling with refractory
gloves.
Maury smiled knowingly.
ASKED her last year; wrote her a
note once month reminding her of
the date-and emphasized the fact with
an occasional bunch Of flowers
"Occasional! That's good" chuckled
Davis.
Don't be fool" said Maury, elbow
ing Preston to one side and taking pos
session of the mirror. ''Why. bless my
heart, Sabrien, what's the matter?"
Forgot my gloves" snapped sabri-
en-; new pair-got them in New York
last time 1 was there-don't want to
lose them His voice trailed off as
he stopped and peered anxiously on
the floor.
''flere, what are you giving u.s."
''First time you ever made such fuss
over your togs!''
Come, tell us the truth-why aren't
you with Miss Whiting?"
because Nelson has monopolized
her." Sabrien growled, fishing the lost
articles from under the table.
Amid the general laugh the door
opened and a young fellow entered.
Over his arm was flung coat, and he
twisted his hat nervously in his hands
in wholly boyish fashion.
rs this the mems dressng-room ?'
he asked.
Sabrien Strengthened himself. Some
thing in the boys face struck him.
''ies-come right in he said.
My names ChrisWold.' went on the
boy, while a dark flush mounted to his
forehead. He was conscious that the
other men had ceased talking and were
listening. He tried to keep his eyes
fixed on Sabrien. I'm Mrs. Williams
cousin. She got me an invitation to the
german. I've just come with her, and
she told me to leave my hat and coat
here
Sabrien brushed aside his own coat,
Maury's silk handkerchief and Pages
hat to make room OH the table for the
newcomer.
'1hank you," said the boy, CRATE
fully.
''Studying at the university?" asked
Page, as he passed him on his way to
the door.
"No-but hope to year after next"
answered young Chriswold I'm just
down for the night. I suppose you've
been here some time:" he added a little
~wistfully.
Fourth year," answered Page ]acon-
isally. do you know any Of the
girls?'
"No, but my cousin promised to intro
-duce me to some. She said something
about Miss Whiting. Is she nice:"
Mice! Well upon my soul! DO you
mean to say you've never heard OF Miss
Whiting, of the university?''
The boy flushed again.
NO." he said, ''but hope to-
'''Don't worry-you will. Come along,
fellows; there goes the first waltz. See
you again." and Page walked away, fol-
lowed by Maury and Preston and Da-
Wis, and host of late arrivals. Sabrien
turned toward young Chriswold, who
held back.
"Come along, youngster,' he said,
with a kindly smile, land try not to let
the other fellows see it's your first
dress suit"
Chriswold never forgot Miss Whit
ing as1 he first saw her. She was stand
ing in the far corner of the gymnasium,
like a queen surrounded by her court
She was every inch a queen, too-head
and shoulders above every other wom-
an in the room--her arms bower of
flowers, and on her breast diamond
and emerald pin Of fantastic shape that
held young Chriswold's eyes and fas-
cinated him. When his cousin brought
him up Miss Whiting drew her dress
OF heavy silk. aside and smiled. The
boy sat down, scarcely noting the men
who formed semicircle near. He was
aroused by hearing Miss Writings
voice:
''Mr. Davis, do you see that little girl
over there-the one in the blue chit
fon?'
Davis stated indifferently that he
did.
"Well, you're going to ask her for
this waltz" Miss Whiting said, COM
placently.
81 m not going to do anything of the
kind" said Davis, rebelliously.
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