The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1907-12-15

''On. it was not the song as much as
it was that you said-you gave me TO
understand quite frankly that you had
had been TO school before. You said
1.-THE girls always bothered"
did ] say that?
'Yes-it was most humiliating for
for me-"
ted.
She looked down at her slippers
they had been hurriedly and carelessly
tied-and 1 noticed it and knelt to re-
pair the oversight.
1T was in such haste" she said 'Is
It true that you have serenaded the
dormitory before?"
Not the dormitory-"
You know what I mean have your"
'All the fellows do" I said, vaguely.
She tapped her foot on the gravel.
Those strings are sufficiently tied, -
she said, tell me whom you serenad-
ed?''
IT can't do that. Miss Thorne."
why? Then tell me when it was"
When? Oh. last year, before ever
imagined such girl as you existed.
It's a silly custom, anyway"
ut isn't-it's charming-when the
man has any tact. It's the tradition of
the school that no girl shall spoon with
a man who hasn't serenaded her, and ]
do not expect TO break the traditions of
my school"
only the rules, Miss Thorne?"
Only the rules-and heart or two
"Or two.''
Faith, SIR" she said maliciousy,
did you think you were the only one?"
Yes" said I. Il did"
And you tell me deliberately that
YOU had serenaded other girls there
before I camel don't know how
many, perhaps a dozen, twenty, fifty,
the whole school"
What" I cried. bewildered.
"Oh, don't care" she said, Il only
wished TO show you what men are and
what their selfshness requires of We
men-to sacrifice everything while they
sacrifice nothing"
And you don't care?' asked
No Mr. Stenhouse."
Then why did you risk everything
40 come and tell me?"
'W-what?" she stammered.
Miss Thorne," said 7, very gravely,
your school is noted for its escapades.
II Is known in the village, not as the
Misses Timmins Select Boarding.
School for Young Ladies' but as The
DEVILS Own We engineer students
are a reckless lot, also. We are, to put
il plainly. a goddess crew. but this
this is somewhat different. l am he
folly-yours and mine, may leave one
of Us miserable for life"
''AIe?''
who knows? I can only speak for
myself-I-I have changed already
yes, IT. these few moments that we
stood here face to face"
What do you mean?" she said
mockingiy.
ct mean that in another minute |
hon in
Are you serious?" she demanded in
credulously. Then. "Oh, 1 thought you
Jolly and clever, and you prove to be
soft and silly. Master Harry, you bore
me-"
DO T." I answered angrily. We'll.
III never do it again, and was a fool
TO Delieye YOU would understand any
thing but chocolate creams and dormi-
tory flirting"
Not only soft and silly. but a boor. "
she said. Goodnight No, you need
not walk to the gate with mel never
wish to set eyes on You again"
III.
On the first day of June ! passed my
final examinations at the great engi-
neering school at Clovermead, and was
then ready to let myself loose on the
mining regions of a deluded world.
The commencement exercises bored
me; / went fishing most of the time or
else stayed in my rooms writing DRY
Fly Casting as Fine Art for the
Trigger. In the long fragrant evenings
1 took lonely walks by the river or sat
under the oak playing minor airs on
my harmonica.
At the end of the first week in June
the commencement exercises were over.
the visiting hOrdes from New York and
Boston had fitted away to Newport or
Bar Harbor, the government officers
went back to Washington and West
Point, and the little village of Clover
mead lay in the sunshine, white, sweet
scented. deserted.
The Misses Timmins' Select
Boarding School for Young Ladies" had
its commandments rainbow affair
and dissolved, leaving, as residue, an
empty schoolhouse and a dormitory
dedicated to silence.
L didn't go to their commencement,
not because I was not invited, for most
OF the fellows went anyway. No since
my last seTenade, l had Stunned the
school and all its works.
1t was true that fingered in the viii
lage of Clovermead after my fellow
students had departed, not, as 1 fire.
quently explained TO myself, to catch
last glimpse of Miss Thorne, but 10
catch that veteran trout in the Clover
mead river. II shah never see Miss
Thorne again" 1 said to myself. "and
I'm glad OF il"
So on the day Of her commencement I
went fishing, very far off and I passed
a miserable day. 1t rained, among 9TH
er things.
The next morning the sun shone in al
my window and 1 looked out into the
village with a strange weight at nv
heart ! did not feel hungry, but went
TO breakfast, determined to let nothing
disturb me or my appetite. As l
touched the sugar-tongs to the sugar,
a faint whistle came on the June wind
from the distant railroad station.
There go the young ladies from the
boarding school," said my landlady;
do take one OF these shirred eggs, Mr..
Stenhouse."
Thank you" said 1. with a queer
sensation in my throat.
May has gone" was thinking. Az
ter while I said aloud: what of it,"
II beg your pardon" said my land
lady, smiling.
Il beg yours-it was nothing: L was
only thinking that I was alone IN the
village"
At hope you will stay" she said, fin
gering the black-edged handkerchief in
her lap.
You are very good" 1 replied; Il
shall stay until catch that big trout in
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