The twice=a=week herald. (Amarillo, Tex.) 1887-1906, 1905-09-29
In the Later
Years
By Analusia Barnard
Copyright, 1905, by Analusia Barnard
By Analusia Barnard

school. She was slX-ratnef olu lot
her years; he was twelve.
They were selected to speak a
piece together, funny little thing In
which she held her hands behind her
while he guessed what she held. He
repeatedly failed to guess. Then she
would urge him to guess again. Final
ly losing all patience, she would cry,
"Oh, you great, big stupid boy-lve
Just got kiss for you Then, throw
ing him a sugary cake, she would run
Off.
Soon after the dialogue episode his
mother sent her an invitation to the
boys birthday party. Filled with
pride, she exhibited the tiny note, with
its pictures of birds at the top.
At the party she had a splendid
time. First, each of the little girls
was given a pair of ribbon reins with
which she must catch Il horse and trot
him past the grand stand, where the
judges sat smilingly in armchairs. The
girl caught her great, big, stupid
boy" and was happy.
After that n man in long black
robe did wonderful tricks and the chill
dren's eyes grew wide with wonder,
Then, such II supper-bouillon and
turkey and chicken salad, each in
turn, like real grownups! And olives!
What's them things" asked the
boy, when he discovered the olives.
Look like pecans."
ooh, you great. big, stupid boy, don't
you know olives" the girl retorted
Scornfully
Eyes, but | wanted to see If you did,
grille" he answered.
The little girl turned and looked at
him, why do you call me thatT' she
asked.
why do you call me stupid boy
he returned.
Because that piece said So" she re.
piled, her blue eyes smiling into his
Don't you like it?"
IL don't mind-from YOU" he said
"But you haven't told me why you
call me grille" persisted the girl
well, because-becaus like you
and that's what Uncle Jack calls Miss
Paterson. heard him say 1 can cal
you grille when folks are round, but
when we're alone | will call you sweet
heart"
Sweetheart" the little girl muir
INJURED. Papa calls mamma that
sometimes. Sounds pretty, don't 1t
He must love her lots Does heE'
"No more than love you he AS
serted proudly, playing with her curls
Her hair isn't half as pretty and sh'
hasn't got such big blue eyes. Mammi
says you look like an angel, so there"
he blurted out. half ashamed Of having
voiced his admiration.
II don't want to be an angel she
retorted decisively. But after she go
home she decided that she liked TIT
boy better than ever.
The children were friends for TIVE
years. Then business reverses came t
Mr.. Hurlburt, the little girls father
and they went abroad to live.
You'll always be my sweetheart
grille" the boy said to his little cir
friend when she left. And I'm goini
to marry you when | grow up, Don
forget me-"
And she, understanding little Of hi
meaning, said, II won't" Then sh
lifted her face for his farewell kiss
And the boy remembered, and hi
mother encouraged the thought o
"glrlie." She knew that the memoir
of the child's sweetness and innocenc
was good for her boy.
The drawing rooms of Mrs. Apple
toms handsome home were thronge
with guests. Two men stood talking
apart from the others. Their eye
were on the slender, graceful figure G
a girl on the opposite side of the room
81 am sure know her or have know
her" Robert Worthington was sayini
Il wish she would turn around"
81 believe she Is some one whol
Grace met abroad" Jack Appleton n
turned. Her name is Hurlburt Com
I'll present you" And without wal
ing for his friends reply, he starte
forward and Worthington found hin
self being introduced to Miss Hurlbur
~ think / used to know Miss Hur
burt long, long ago, before she wa
quite grown up" he said, looking
her frankly. lie had held her In h
thoughts so long that the meeting III
not seem strange to him, but TO IL
his smile was like the perfume fro
far Off howery fields which she ha
passed through sometimes, but cou
not remember where nor when.
IL think"-- Then, with u rush
memory, it all came to her. "Oh, "
are the boy used to play with b
fore we went to Europe to live. /
so glad you remember me, but II
strange. How could youT
II was old enough to be impresslo
5 able suppose" he said, still lookil
G at her. IL have always thought Of y,
r. as grille"
They were alone now. "Girlie!' S
exclaimed. ut sounds pretty, doesI
= itT
The man laughed boyishly. "Tha
/. just what you used to say in the 9
childhood days"