Montour American. (Danville, Pa.) 1866-1920, 1905-03-09

and drearlly whistling buoy She wish
Ell she hadn't come 10 California 10
visit Julia Knox II Julia weren't
widow or II Or Hunt weren't spend
ing his vacation here or If Julia weren't
80 pretty and she so plain or if
"Eugenie dear'-Mrs. Knox looked
out of half shut, baby blue eyes-'do
you think ii was prearranged for you
and frankie Hunt and me 10 play to-
gether as children and meet again at
Santa Cruz as grownups? Don't you
think tha DR.. Hunt
who tlches my good name?"
When tall young man came around
the porch corner he saw only Mrs
Knox Her cousin had disappeared.
As Eugene entered her room her
cousins clear tones foated through the
open window.
She is having one OF her spells
again because she isn't Helen OF
Troy, and il reminds me OF our school
days 10 YOU remember when she cut
of ho- hair in n rage because IT was
brown and straight instead OF yellow
and curly like mine?
"Now, call that mean OF Julia" Eu-
genie thought, her face growing Grim
sou e. she heard them laugh. II she
had Eot shut the window just then she
might have heard the doctors answer.
NO one but Eugenie thinks her face
isn't good TO look at"
BY and by Julia assembled the stairs
and tapped at her cousins door.
"Dr Hunt has his auto here and
Wishes US to ride with him. Get your
hat and come on"
Thanks. / have another engage
ment"
IAN right" answered the widow
sweetlY. I'm try to make up for your
absence"
Il don't doubt IT," observed Eugene
Mrs. Knox went down five steps and
paused She wrinkled her white brow
unbecOmingly. sighed and went back.
Honey" she called softly, her pretty
lips ut the keyhole, did no one ever
tell you that along with the Barnett
nose you inherited the Barnett trick of
making folks like your
Eugenie's grim features relaxed.
Good little Julia" she sighed as the
red auto pulled away.
Her mind trailed back into the past
She was little, dark faced girl again.
playing with frankie Hunt, her sworn
champion until her cousin, Julia Epps.
came TO school. Personified daintiness
was Julia Epps, from the blue bow on
ha, h,
her tiny slippers.
One miserable, lonely noon hour Eu-
genie peered around the beech tree
where she and he had always played to-
gether and saw something the memory
or which even after a dozen years
made a green flame leap into the wO-
man Eugcnie's eyes. frankie Hunt
was puttug on julia Epps' finger the
T::22G y,,iiic,.i &c had been digging out OF
u blach button for her, Eugene Bar
nett
Another day she and Julia sat on Ju-
lia's mothers porch eating cookies.
With her free hand Julia smoothed her
rutiled white apron complacently.
He says he loves me the best OF
anybody" she announced coquettishly.
Tomorrow is the last day OF
school," answered her cousin, "and my
mamma says | may wear my lovely
new dress Then you'n see whom he
likes best"
The fair Julia tossed her golden
Curls and answered grandly, Il think
dresses won't make any difference I'm
ais love"
You'll see" Euaenie replied darkly
That night Eugenie braided her some
what curtailed trcsses into numerous
tight little braids Next day, arrayed
in the new dress-how well she re
membered the gay riaIus-with hutter-
ing ribbons, kinKy locks and the mien
OF a cOnQueror, she entered the school
room after the other children were
seated
With cleverly assumed caTeleSsness
she glanced In Juia's direction. That
young lady was wearing the same
dress she had worn several times be
fore, and glory, that same old white
apron. Eugene wore no apron. She
had been forced TO start with Que, but
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with her geography. FRANKIE Huht
was tyin- a refractory shoe string
When the teacher was out or slght ne
jumped over four intervening desks 10
Eugene seat.
You look aWful nice, GENE. WIN