Ellsworth American. [volume] (Ellsworth, Me.) 1855-current, 1906-03-21

The boy and the girl met in Sunday
/ school She was si1-rather, old for
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 hlmto guess again. Final
| IL. losing all patience, she would cry,
| ..oh. you great. big. stupid boy-i'ye
Just got a 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 splendid
time. First. each of the little girls
was given pair Of ribbon reins with
| which she must catch horse and trot
him past the grand stand. where the
| judges sat smllingly in armchairs. The
girl caught her great. big. stupid
boy" and was happy.
After that a man In a long black
/ robe did wonderful tricks and the chill
dren's eyes grew wide with wonder.
Then. such a supper-bouillon and
turkey and chicken salad, each in
turn. like real grownups! And olives!
What's them thingsT" asked the
boy. when he discovered the olives.
Look like pecans."
ooh, you great big. stupid boy, don't
you know olivesf" the girl retorted
scornfully.
Yes, but | wanted to see IL you did.
grille" he answered.
The little girl turned and looked at
him. Why do you call me thatT she
asked.
why do you cali me stupid boy p"
be returned
Because that piece said so," she re-
Piled. her blue eyes smiling into his.
Don't you like itT'
IL don't mind-from you" he said.
But you haven't told me why you
call me grille" persisted the girl.
We'll, because-because / like you.
and that's what Uncle Jack calls Miss
Paterson. heard him say I can call
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 it?
He must love her lots. Does heT'
NO more than / love you" he as
serted proudly. playing with her eurls.
"Her hair isn't half as pretty and she
hasn't got such big blue eyes. Mamma
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 got
home she decided that she liked the
boy better than ever.
The children were friends for two
years. Then business reverses came to
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 girl
friend when she left. And I'm going
to marry you when / grow up. Don't
forget me-"
And she, understanding little of his
meaning, said, II won't" Then she
lifted her face for his farewell kiss.
And the boy remembered. and his
mother encouraged the thought Of
grille" She knew that the memory
of the child's sweetness and innocence
was good for her boy.
The drawing rooms Of Mrs. Apple
tons handsome home were thronged
with guests. Two men stood talking,
apart from the others. Their eyes
were on the slender, graceful figure Of
girl on the opposite side of the room.
II am sure know her or have known
her" Robert Worthington was saying.
Il wish she would turn around"
Il believe she is some one whom
Grace met abroad" Jack Appleton re
turned. Her name is Hurlburt Come,
I'll present you" And without wait
ing for his friends reply, he started
forward and Worthington found him
l.
Il think / used to know Miss Hurl-
burt long, long ago. before she was
quite grown up" he said, looking at
her frankly. He had held her in his
thoughts so long that the meeting did
not seem strange to him, but to her
his smile was like the perfume from
far off fiowery fields which she had
passed through sometimes, but could
not remember where nor when.
IL think Then, with rush Of
memory, it all came to her. "Oh, you
are the boy l used to play with be-
fore we went to Europe to live. I'm
so glad you remember me. but it's
strange. How could you"
II was old enough TO be impression
able. suppose" he said, still looking
at her. II have always thought of you
as grille
| They were alone now. "Girliev' she