Pullman herald. [volume] (Pullman, W.T. [Wash.]) 1888-1989, 1909-04-09


ETAOlNETAOIN winnie JONES'"
ed article. "She had long black hair
that her mother braided in one thick
plat and it hung down Der back"
"Horrid straight Indian hair, l sup
pose" cheerfully said the girl. 81 can
just see Winnie. She had a hook
nose and high cheek-bones."
She did not" contradicted the
young man. she was a pretty little
girl and her pinafores always had ruff
fles on them. They had pockets in the
righthand side and she used to carry
notes from me in the pockets. On the
way to school was a stone wall with
holes where the mortar had fallen out
and we used the holes for a post office
until the other children found it out
and stole our notes. If they missed
finding them the COW on the other
side of the wall usually ate them UP.
Oh, tell you, it was a love affair
with tribulations!"
What did you and she talk about?"
asked the girl at the chatting dish
I'VE didn't have to talk" explained
the young man, sitting down with a
pan in one hand and a kitchen spoon
in the other. I'VE merely had to look
into each others eyes to read"
And you only 1872" reminded the
girl doubtfully.
But consider my eyes," said the
young man. Il used to carry Winnie's
schOolbooks, too, and | thrashed two of
the boys"
Are you sure you didn't read all
this iii some magazine?" asked the
girl. There are so many stories writ
ten nowadays which sound like that.
Did Winnie really exist as your first
love or are you making her up?"
The young man looked reproachful.
81 should say she did exist" he de-
clared.
Il suppose you were parted by a
cruel fate went on the girl at the
chatting dish. She wept and you, gaz-
ing at the distant moon, vowed you
would be true to her. And here you
are-or have been-telling me | am
the only girl on EARTH Poor Winniei"
the young man. "A little bit? Re-
member, | was awfully fond of her!"
The young woman laughed. Not
bit she said. Il haven't any jeal-
ousy in my composition. Besides, Win
ME is too far off"
"Oh, l don't know" said the young
man. Besides, might be of a con-
III.
her memory"
Il don't care how many memories
you cherish" said the young woman.
u shan't fight them Winnie doesn't
alarm me in the least"
She's mighty pretty" said the
young man. That is, mean she was
when she was about Is"
"Oh, you knew her for several years,
did your asked the young woman,
! pausing an instant In stirring the con.
tents of the chatting dish.
I'VE lived next door to each other"
explained the young man.
That was why you liked her, then"
said the young woman, comfortably.
at was just proximity, not real attTac-
ton. You didn't really care about
| her!"
/ Yes, | did" said the young man,
stoutly. Il recall when l was 16 /
wrote poem about her 1t was a
peach!"
1T must have BEEN" agreed the
young woman. WAS that what broke
up your friendship"
| ~
my poetry isn't so bad" he said
winnie liked It,"
She was probably foolish and scat
ter-brained," said the girl at the
chatting dish Anyhow. it always fat
tiers man to pretend to like the at
tempts he makes at doing the things
he can't. That's why you remember
her so gratefully. I'm not worried
about your really liking her."
Aren't you?" asked the young man.
"Of course you don't need to be-"
Suddenly the young woman looked
! up. What happened to send you
adrft from WINNER" she asked
Nothing" said the young man
cheerfully.
The young woman surveyed him a
moment when did you see her last?"
she asked How long ago was it?"
The Young man considered. About
three hours and quarter. should
say he told her. You see, she still
lives next door TO mel"
The young woman nearly tipped
over the chatting dish. THE ideal"
she said, Indignantly. rs she very
pretty now? Why didn't you tell me
before? believe you are in love with
her yet! Are you?"
The young man looked solemn in
spite OF the kitchen apron for a min
ute. That's what I'd like to find out
myself" he said. Isn't that candy