The Greenville journal. [volume] (Greenville, Ohio) 1850-1918, 1907-02-14

and delicious! Oh. girls, isn't Burton
Sturgis fascinating, and aren't his
books too lovely for anything? Let's
go back and talk to him again" And
the group would break away from
Marion and return TO the ring that
surrounded the great man. From time
to time Marion caught snatches OF
their feminine chatter. Your charm
Ing books, Mr.. Sturgis! Adorable!
Quaint Deliciousw
Presently Mrs Sells broke away from
her circle and waddled up to Marion
with Burton Sturgls in tow.
MY dear" she wheezed, "let me pre-
sent Mr.. Sturgls. Mr.. Sturgis, Miss
Page See that he has enough. Mar
ion." and, playfully waving her pudgy
hand at them. she went back to her
other guests.
TT is a thirsty day" said Burton
Sturgls. taking the sherbet cup that
Marion held out to him. do you
think you could manage to put in an
other cherry, Miss Page? I'm awfully
fond of cherries"
But they're so elusive" laughed
Marion. They always seem to slip
out of the ladle | just think I've
caught one, and then it gets away"
Its like the small boy and the
mlnnow," agreed Burton Sturgis, his
bored look giving place to a smile.
There! You've missed it again" as
a refractory cherry with little splash
sank to the bottom Of the bowl.
II doubt If you could do as we'll"
cried Marion.
"What do you bet?" he said bOyishly.
1.-TWO waters and half a macaroon."
"DOner' He seized the ladle aud was
In the midst of an excited dipping
when Mrs. Sells came toward him like
a ship under full sail.
They're calling for you. Mr.. Stur-
gis," she said, land this room Is too
small TO hold them all We shall be
mobbed If we don't hurry"
He put down the ladle with a regret
full look. 81 suppose I'll have to, then"
he said and followed her with tagging
/ steps.
Marion leaned her chin on her hand
and looked after him. Her moment of
! moments was over. She had met her
idol face to face, and not one word had
she spoken Of all that his personality
and work had meant to her In the past
two years. A flush passed across her
| face. Il might at least have told him
that l had read his books" she said to
herself "but it's too late now. I've
had my chance and lost it, What a
little stupid he must think me If he
thinks Of me at all!'
Then the line Of chattering guests be-
gan to thin. One by one they were de-
parting. Mrs. Barrington-Sells' round
face was lit with contentment. 1t had
been most successful afternoon.
Even she had something to say to
him." thought Marion disconsolately.
There was quick step at her side.
She looked up. 1t was Burton Sturgis.
"Well, that's over" he cried, with
shrug of delight "And, heavens, but
I'm glad to be back in this corner
with you Do you know, Miss Page,
you're the only girl this afternoon who
hasn't said Quaint lovely, charming
and delicious! I'd like another cher
ry, please. And will you do me
favor?"
Delighted" cried Marion gayly.
"Tve decided to stay over another
day, and there's place near here I'd
like to show you If you'd care to see it.
VIII you come driving with me to-
morrow"
For an instant his eyes held hers.
Understanding, humor. camaraderie and
something deeper than all these pass
ed between them.
II should be glad to-" said Marion.