Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1904-11-19

It started over fold of deer orange
cOored velvet on the collar and cuffs OF
Helen's tailor-made suit.
Tom Evans. being a man, did not know
that the combination of orange ana DARK
blue was a feature of the fall fashions. and
instantly decided that the little dash OF
orange was a compliment to his alma
mater Therefore he proceeded to propose
g. for the seventh time.
Helen sat with her chin nestled In the
great ragged, orange-colored chrysanthe-
num- and listened patiently, as she had
always done before. perhaps because Tom
eoquently urged his love for her, and his
daily need of her companionship, but never
his fortune, which other people thought
should be the most convincing argument.
It's no use. Tom, dear. l don't want
to be even a sister to you. just friend
Why must you start today and spoil our
outing when we've been planning on this
trip for ages and ages?
IF you'd say yes just think how much
better the trip would be-" He spoke per-
honest eyes. why, If you'd say yes l
wouldn't mind Tiff the L. p. boys knocked
old Nassau To smithereens."
Helens chin dimped Tom. your com
pliments always such funny, lett
handed affairs. But let's be serious-for
once | have tried so often to make you
understand that we are hopelessly uncon-
genial in certain ways l am so quick and
decisive. and you are $3.50 easy going.
never could wait for you to make up your
mind to do anything"
Il decided that l loved you the very first
night"
Helen shook her head
My dear boy. no girl who hangs a mot
to like DO it now over her writing desk
should ever marry a man whose creed is
Tomorrow will do just as we'll
Tom stood IN very suddenly.
Never mind. grille. we'll drop it-and
play ball I'm awfully sorry l made
mess of the day right at the start
But YOU haven't" said Helen. Il don't
mind it in the least
That's the trouble. If you did mind"
The silvery chime of the French clock on
the mantel clipped his sentence short. BY
JoVc, Helen, we've got to run for it, or
wen miss the special"
Down the broad stairway, through the
hail and to the hanson they sped. During
the mad race for the ferry house, hardly
a word passed between them. Helen sat
terrorlzed into silence by the drivers reck-
lessness, and Tom was watching the second
hand on his watch. 1t was true, just as
she had often claimed-they were never
ON time when she went anywhere with him.
The driver pulled up his horse with
mighty jerk.
"Oh, Tom, if it's gone
Before she could finish her remark Tom
Evans lifted girl, chrysanthemum. Prince
ton pennant and all from the hanson.
Right straight ahead, Helen" he direct
ed, handing the driver a crisp bill and for
getting his change.
Two tickets to Princeton" he demanded
at the ticket window, and strobe after the
girl.
Breathless, they ran through the ferry
house and reached the dark just in time
to see the boat move serenely out of her
slip. churning the water behind her In a
tant1lizing fashion.
Too late" volunteered the big man who
handled the gang chains, bestowing upon
them not unsympathetic grin. Coin to
the foot ball game?"
I'VE were. replied Tom doggedly. with
an emphatic accent upon the verb, but
We We missed the special train which arrives
in time for the kickoff"
'Humph!' the man mumbled conSolingly.
They watched the departing ferry boat
with disappointment too deep for utterance
depicted on their faces Helen twisted and
twrled her silken pennant and buried her