The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1902-04-17

room, but presently the deep, regular
snoring testified that the little mans
slumbers were not affected by disturb
ing visions of red or brown headed girls
with whom he had been flirting indis-
criminately all evening, an art in which
he was well versed.
Red hair, indeed Harrington blew a
puff of smoke Indignantly into the air
with strong desire to punch Chap
mans bald head for the imputation
Well, she had certainly "scored" him
one, when she called him a little
| Brownie"
How beautiful she had looked, with
that half-defiant, half apolegetic look
in the dark violet eyes, as she took his
arm at the church door.
Suddenly the picture of just such a
look in a child's eyes flashed before him,
the picture Of sobbing child with
great violet eyes and tangled mass of
redgold hair falling in disorder about
her tear-stained face, as she appealed to
him to deny the taunting accusation
that her hair was as red as fox.
Harrington smiled in the dark as he
remembered his prompt chastisement
of the offender, followed by the CRATE
full sympathy of the wounded childish
heart. They had been declared sweet
hearts after that.
Striking match, Harrington drew
out his watch, and opening it at the
back gazed long and earnestly at the
picture within of child's marvelOusly
beautiful face, with great, dark eyes,
almost too serious for a child, and a
wealth of soft curls framing the delicate
oval countenance.
The face that smiled at him from the
watch was the same that had so puz-
zled and bewitched him that night The
eyes, with the soft, dreamy expression;
the rich, red-gold hair, and soft, deli
cate coloring in lips and cheeks were
unchanged. The promise of great beauty
in the child had been more than fulfill
ed in the woman.
With a sigh of satisfaction at having
solved the puzzle that had worried him
so all evening, Harrington replaced his
watch in his pocket, feeling confident
that the little sweetheart of years ago
and the girl he had just met were one
and the same.
From your little red headed sweet
heart, Gladys ingalls,, Warm Springs,
Va"
| How we'll he remembered now the
cramped, childish writing strange that
he had not been struck by the similarity
of the names, and that sweet Southern
accent; but why had Mrs. Delaney call
ed her Violet, when her real name was
Gl&dysH
Still puzzling over the change in
names, for he was satisfied there had
been change since he had last seen
her, Harrington fell asleep and dream
ed all night of fighting red-headed boys,
who wore violets on their coats, because
they called him Gladys.
| The early fall day was drawing to q
close with cold, misty rain the next
afternoon as Harrington and Chapman
entered Mrs. Delaney's bright-Gghted,
attractive little house-the merry crack
ing wood fires and pinkshaded lamps
within forming cheerful contrast to
the cold and gloom outside. A woman s
full, rich voice was filling the rooms
with exquisite melody as the two men
paused upon the threshold to listen.
Despite the gloomy weather the gay
society set, with few exceptions, were
present in full force, their merry voices
hushed for the moment.
Behind tea table on the opposite side
of the room sat a brightfaced, black
eyed little girl, who nodded gayly as
she caught sight of Chapman in the
doorway and motioned him to seat be-
promptly accepted. Harrington did not
notice this little by-play, however, his
eyes being fixed intently upon the girl
standing beside the piano, her full notes
filling the room with sweetness. 1t was
Miss Ingalls,, dressed in soft gray
gown, which chung in simple folds to
graceful figure. She was standing with
her hands clasped loosely before her,
her head slightly turned away from the
door, so that Harrington could watch
the exquisite profile unobserved.
AS the last notes died away he came
forward to join in the general expression
of delight and entreaties for another
song. Miss Ingalls, graciously and an
affectedly complied with the request,
and then turning from the piano, ex-
claimed, good naturally, as she eluded
the OBTAINING hands Not another
note tonight You've been sufficiently