The morning Astorian. [volume] (Astoria, Oregon) 1899-1930, 1907-05-01
M saw Alden arawlng near,

E oNASNh NAsAs shSs VNae NeN>-s 49, 49,
artist whose eyes followed the Marth,
Of his favorite painting,
alden doesn't favor our room a
( often as he does the antique begai
Ze. with affected nonchalance, II won
der why" She gave Amy's hand III
! tie squeeze, II also wonder why b,
came today, Ahemr'
1 "Ze, please don't tease. my hea,
aches So" Any's voice ended In |
choke.
! ze opened her eyes widely at tn,
1 note OF pain In the others tone. Sh,
pursed her lips to whistle and thel
thought better Of II as a girl emerged
| from the door OF the life class ant
swooped down on Amy, exclaiming:
''oh, such hair! What a shame K
keep It done UP properly. You oughI
to leave It out like this oil the time
She turned Amy's face up and kissed
1t impulsively. You're a dear. any
way" The little country girl had won
a warm place in the hearts Of the ART
students. by the way, that invita-.
ton has arrived by this time, Of
courseg"
"Oh. mol" Amy tried to speak nat,
urally, 81 am not invited. Miss Hall.
Just because I'm Daughter Of the
Revolution doesn't make II necessary
for Mr. Alden to include me-"
@But supposed that you Miss
Hall stopped abruptly. but her expires.
sion said more, She gave Amy a curl.
ous backward glance as she passed on.
"Ze. I'm going home and sleep or
my headache" exclaimed Amy hurried
ly. dropping Ze's arm. She spoke cheer
fully. but with averted gass. Good.
by"
"Goodby," responded re, looking aft
er her. To herself she said energetical-
ly. IF John Alden has beer flirting
with that child, / shall'-- She stopped.
not being able on the spur Of the mo,
ment to think of a punishment severe
enough. But II eyes tell true tales
his do whenever he looks at her. Still
that matter Is queer"
She referred to the informal dinner
which Alden was giving to few
Daughters ana Sons OF the Revolu.
ton on the evening of Feb. % and to
which Amy had received no invitation.
1T has certainly been delayed. She
win receive it tonight" thought Ze.
But the evenings mall brought no
invitation, and the unconsciously pa.
thetic look in Amy's eyes went
straight to Ze's heart. After dinner
she repaired to Amy's room and set
tied herself comfortably on the bed.
Now, my DEAR" she began, being
three inches taller, twenty-five pounds
heavier and four years older than you.
/ intend TO talk this matter over with
you whether you want me to or not. /
cannot believe that John Alden has
sighted you"
Amy smiled family and laid Ruskin
aside. "But, Ze, the fact remains that
I am not invited"
II tell you," obstinately. 'that l be-
lieve you are. You are not only
Daughter Of the Revolution, but you
are the dearest girl know. and John
Alden-no. won't be shut ,off-Alden
thinks 50, too, II I'm big enough and
old enough and know enough to judge
thoughts, and / surely can Judge a few
Of his" Ze spoke with vigor and con-
viction.
Later, after she had tucked Amy into
bed as tenderly as she would child,
she brushed her hair rapidly to an ac-
compartment of half indignant, half
amused thoughts: Believes she has
been unwomanly and forward with
him! The shy little thingl She
couldn't do forward thing II she
tried. No, l believe the invitation has
gone astray, and do hope she gives
him chance to see her around the in
stitute."
This hope was destroyed the very
next day at the door of the antique
room, where Ze and Amy encountered
Alden. He removed bis hat, with a
bow in Ze's direction, but with his
eyes on Amy's face, from which oil
warmth had fed.
Il have been looking at your work
on Cicero's head, Miss Low" he began.
"Will you allow me to add few
linesp
Ze had not believed Amy's manner
could be SO formal and cold. "Thank
you, but have just thrown that
sketch aside. am beginning another"
The muscles about Alden's mouth
tightened. With quick movement he
swung on his heel, bowed and walked
away without a word.
"Oh, you little wretch" breathed re,
seizing Amy's shoulders In an impa-
tient shake, but glance at the girls
face caused her hands to drop. IF
ever I'm in love-" she confded to her
easel a moment later, may the saints
preserve me from idiocy. Here Alden
has left in white heat, and | wager
we don't see him again in gooG
whileW
She was right.
The days passed, and the mail
brought no invitation or explanation,
but still Ze steadily proclaimed, Il
believe it's sent and has been lost"
you know Mr. Alden will receive ~
George Washington at the dinner, and