Wausau pilot. [volume] (Wausau, Wis.) 1896-1940, 1900-07-24

when Alice Thompson came into the
room with detected look on her face,
and a German book in her hand (the
two usually go in pairs), inquiring for
Jean, saying: I've got a German story
here about cow, and can't get head
or tail to it. Is Jean here?" One of
the girls spoke up, saying: NO, she's
not. She's up on the third floor helping
Julia Mitchell make up the work she
missed when she sprained her ankle
I'm sorry | can't help you. Alas. Ich
spreche NIGHT Deutsch mesilf already
gehaben sein, but you better guess
Jean can. She took the gold medal in
Dutch last year, you know. don't
blame George Lockwood for adoring
her. My, but that pearl she wears is a
beauty! And she's got clothes to match
it. | don't see what would become of
Kate Lennox if it were not for Jean.
Jean can treat her nicely without be-
ing afraid of losing caste, and that is
more than some of the rest Of US can
do. By the way. Kate is out of school
to-day"
The next day the excitement ran still
higher when it was rumored that Kate
had a fever. The girls were sure that
it was smallpox, and all kept their dis
lance, leaving poor, unpopular Kate to
lie hours alone in her little bare room.
They all protested and threw up their
hands in horror when Jean declared
her intention of going right up to
Hates room with glass of lemonade.
As Jean entered the room, Kate rose
up and gratefully said, II just knew
you would come, l am SO thirsty"
Later a physician was called. And
sure enough it was smallpox. The
physician advised that Kate be moved
from the dormitory as quickly and with
as little confusion as possible. She
was taken to forlorn little cabin a
mile down the river, and Jean, poor
girl, went with her. This was the only
thing she could do, now that she had
been exposed to the dread disease.
Two months, and Jean was in school
again. Changed. oh, so changed. Her
once beautiful face was pitted and
SCARED, but she still had the same
queenly bearing. AS she was sitting
in her artistic room after her first day
at school, her elbow resting on the
table and her head leaning against her
hand on which the pearl still shone
like a crystallized tear, a feeling of
utter detection and sadness came over
her as she realized that she would
never be beautiful again and perhaps
George Lockwood might not care for
her now, although he had been as at
tentive as he possibly could be during
her illness. The unbidden tears were
creeping slowly down her face, when
a tap was heard upon the door. Sam,
the colored boy, handed her card,
which bore the name, George Lock
wood"
She went down to the reception room
with a feeling of dread, mingled with
gloomy forebodings. AS she entered
the room and George came forward to
meet her, she instinctively drew back,
in way entirely unlike her former
frank self. And she said, slowly, hest
tatingly, with downeast eyes: George
have changed since you gave me this
ring. Now / think it only Just and
right that l return it." George Lock-
wood was born orator, but there
never was more eloquence or more ear
nestness in his voice than when-but
why attempt to tell what he said?
Suffice TO say that the ring was re-
placed and Jean never again had occa-
sion to remove it.