The morning Astorian. [volume] (Astoria, Oregon) 1899-1930, 1905-01-25
One Eleanor
And Another
By Ria Kelley


| Boyd Thompson was putting In his
second day at the 81. Louis exposition.
Even though he had seen the wonders
Of two continents since leaving college.
he was a little awed. even oppressed.
by the very tremendous amount Of IN
genuity and beauty spread before him.
He stopped ut the end of the Grand
basin and, pushing back his straw hat
/ from his handsome dark face, drew out
his tobacco pouch and carefully rolled
a cigarette. The air was sizzling. The
sun beat down on the immensely Of
white buildings and sparkled madden,
ingly in the folds OF the cascade and
the ripples in the wake Of the Condo
las as they darted to and fro. He was
telling himself that all this was too
much for one man to see alone. He
blew out wreath Of smoke and look.
ed disinterestedly at the passing
throng. Yes, IL he did not run across
some one he knew before night he was
going to pull out for home.
He strolled toward the main entrance
and stopped to admire an extremely
pretty girl in cool green linen standing
by one OF the pillars of the Liberal
Arts building.
by Jove!' he said as he made a
wide detour behind her and came
around at the other side. II know that
girl. Hang It! What's her nameY'
He walked slowly past her again.
She was absorbed In scrutiny Of the
Triumphal causeway. How refresh.
ingly cool she was in that green dress!
Her hair cleaned gold in the sun. That
was just the trouble-her hairl II II
were only brown! Boyd ran over the
names Of all the blonds he had known,
Bertha Semple. Caroline Frenchf Bah!
They had been fat and pudgy.
He doubled on his steps and strolled
back nonchalantly, his hands thrust
deep in his pockets. But wasn't she a
princess! He tried to smooth out the
pucker in his brow and look pleasant.
Hang 1t alll She was as much alone as
he was, and she would be gone in q
moment. His mind raced frantically
among the girls of two continents In
search Of the missing name.
"If she just had brown hair, now,"
he said, staring at her Enthusiastically
gold curls. Suddenly he realized that
he was standing stock still and the
brown eyes of the girl In the green
dress had swept from the Triumphal
causeway and were looking into his
with Ill concealed amusement. Instant
| ly his face cleared. He swept of his
hat with charming bow and went to-
ward her, smiling.
miss Haskell?" he said, holding out
his hand. Miss Eleanor Haskell?"
She looked at him amazed, but at
sound Of the name she smiled. too,
questioningly.
| II fear you have the better Of me,
though" she said as be took her hand,
you are
Boyd Thompson, yes, of Northwest
ern," he finished for her.
"Oh, | don't remember" She passed
one slim hand over her brow and look
ed embarrassed. But I've sure enough
been TO Northwestern" she said, flash
ing a smile at him, and" triumphant.
ly, yes, remember your face"
zones memory for names is often
fckle. Why, do you know, had the
deuce of time recalling yours just
now, and | was afraid every minute
you'd take notion to go before |
could get it by the tail feathers, so to
speak. But l did, you see, and l al
ways remember faces" He leaned over
and smiled down at her. Are you en-
joying the showy' he asked sweetly.
Yes, but it's too overwhelming to
enjoy alone, and my friends are not
due for a week or ten days, so I've de-
cided to go home. / was just taking a
farewell look as you came along"
"Come, now, that's jolly. I'm In the
same fix. What do you say to doing
the fair in partnership"
And so 1t was finally arranged.
Later in the evening as he left her
at the Hotel Napoleon Bonaparte he
said. coming a step nearer: You'll for
give me for staring at you so hard? l
Just couldn't remember your name on
the instant"
"Yes, Of course"' she laughed. BE
cause, do you know, l haven't been
able really to place you yst, though I
remember your name and your facS
perfectly"
"Well, we're even" he called back.
and, thrusting his hands in his pock-
cts, he sauntered toward the lobby.
Strange he should have thought she
had ordinary brown hair. he said to
himself, when this particular shade OF
gold was the prettiest thing for hair
he had ever seen. Blondine? BE threw
away his cigarette. She wasn't that
kind.
He thought of the few times he had
seen her at armory parties and re-
membered that she danced divinely.
He had not known her well, and she
was trump for not thinking him pre-
sumptuous speaking to her now. As
he picked his way through the crowded
lobby he saw all around him slender
girls In green dresses pulling gold hair
away from their faces with pretty