The Fulton County news. [volume] (McConnellsburg, Pa.) 1899-current, 1905-10-11

4 a + do you include your
SfoS self, Kate?"
Yes. miss. Another
lump. If you'll be so good but don't
disturb the lemon; it's just right. You
make the most agreeable tea in col
lego, by the way. TO resume, you have
curious friends. For instance. there
was that gauut grad from the Middle
West. with the sunken cheeks, the
voice Of nor-easter, and frizzes. Now
who would suppose that person like
yourself-who shows generations of
culture in the very lift Of your eyelid
and slope of your shoulder-would have
taken up with that same grade"
"She was a girl who had never mad
a good time"
"she had a sleepless eye" medltated
Kate.
"She promised me to go TO bed at 10
every night. She's doing it, too. She
wrote me So"
"And that wild little Florida fresh.
man. with the picture hat and Mysteries
in chapel"
1T was only that once, Kate. and
Ruby doesn't have them now at all"
'But of all your varied cabinet,
Dutchy was the most extraordinary.
Nobody but you ever calls ner
Dutchy now, Kate"
81 see her still as she was that first
day Of lectures, four years ago, so big
big as to pompadour, side-combs,
hands, feet. belt-bucllle, redolent with
perfume as any modest violet, and
wearing pink satin waist. gold chain
and earrings. Do you remember how
she said ALREADY three times the first
day she was called upon to recite? Yet
Dutchy had good eyes even in those
days. grant you-great, black, burning
things, that took III everything. Hun
ger and thirst after knowledge
DutchS has always had that. Think
what size has grown to be in four
years! The most regal young person
in college, the president of the Stu
dents Association, the buyer of rare
books and Holbeln prints, and finally,
one who never forgets to say bean and
ware under all circumstances"
college has done everything for
hex" cried Agatha, glowing.
Agatha Day has done everything
for her." answered Kate. 81 should
think it would frighten you, Dutchy's
devotion. Doesn't it everT'
mo, Of course not l never thought
OF it that way"
And yet" said Kate. slowly, "and
yet Dutchy doesn't in the least appre-
ciate either you or college
"Helen Shelhammer doesn't appre-
ciate colIege" Agatha's amazement
was profound. "Kate, how strangely
you do talk! Helen worships college.
I never knew any girl who loved it so,
She says it has meant everything to
her: that she loves every stick and
stone of the place; that she would give
anything to have the change Of serving
the college in any way. She can hardly
speak of commencement and leaving"
Nevertheless, Dutchy does not ap-
preciate either you or college She is
taken with the show Of things-the
show Of culture, the show Of scholar
ship, the show Of service. even. She
thinks that learning and study and
beautiful buildings and Greek casts
and the Students Association. too, are
college, and they're not. She thinks
that your books and your pictures and
your dresses and your music and your
travel are you. whereas what you real
ly are is"-here Kate. with one of her
sudden flashes Of great tenderness,
stopped to the little figure seated by
her knee, and drew her close-"what
you really are is the sweetest, sweetest
girl 1 ever knew"
A. moments silence In the twilight,
and then Agatha, troubled, for Kate
was so horribly prone to be right,
asked;
'Do you really think Helen has
missed-missed-- | most wanted
her 10 get?'
Kate, the truthful answered. 81
should not trust her to choose In any
crisis the things that you and l count
as best But perhaps | am wrong, so
don't worry. You DO too much worry
ing over the good-fcr-nothlng, anyway
Why is It, Agatha, that you've been SO
bhog iupAhNliHF pNhliiF Wv 'AhNN aNh
came into oollege-nncient grads, fresh
men in arms. Duichy. not to mention
that Hllien and cynical Kate Pratt
Hlsgins-why have you mothered us
all?'
Agatha whispered, 1T was mother,
Kate"
They Were both quiet again, think
ing OF the dead mother OF whom
Agatha never spoke, whose picture
never appeared anywhere in her room
After a while Kate said, "Your
mother would BE- glad about you,
Agatha;' and then, because she felt
that she had started memories that
made Agatha wish TO be alone, she
pressed a light kis. on the brown curls,
ana went out.
To the chair that Kate lad left, the
chnlr on which Aeatha lad bowed her
head, there came gracious presence.
As in the days five years before,
Agatha sat by ber mothers knee in the