Wauwatosa news. [volume] (Wauwatosa, Wis.) 1900-1948, 1910-07-01

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your siats and left pink. mint hearts
On your desk"
Engraved I love you,'" she az
rented. "And was there a girl you
made cart wheels In front Of oil the
way home-an whirling hands and
iegs?"
Gee, wished you'd gone to my
SCHOOL," His eyes were shining de-
lightedly. and Miss Stiles sobered sud-
denly.
But we're grown-ups now" she
sighed. only sometimes we forget"
Wouldn't 1t be great to slide back
to those kid days, when everything
was what 1t seemed. when we cried
when we were hurt and laughed when
we were glad. and believed In every.
body we knew and everything we were
told?" he asked
Now smile when I'm hurt and cry
when I'm glad" she said.
''Well?" he challenged. his hands
still thrust deep In his pocket and his
eyes dancing eagerly. You don't
look like a girl who would take q
dare"
I'm no 'fraid-cat," she boasted.
II know where there's birch" Tho
laugh in her eyes iickered anxiousiy.
"Oh.ol"
Her little sQueal of delight was gen.
uine. "And we might find sorae win
tergreens. Tough. old ones, you know,
with red berries. oh, it's fine to be a
kiG."
"Yuh betchyu. 'Tain't no fair to
talk like grown-ups. though" he pro-
tested.
To think there was a man like this
in that grubbing city beyond! Her
eyes were as childish and blue as the
autumn sky as she protested.
"I'll beat you to that sumac, there.
little boy" pointing with outstretched
finger. "One, two. three. ready-go."
With that mad scamper, Sarah Stiles
began an afternoon of unalloyed. fool
ish fun that never tagged until she
was homeward bound, loaded with the
gorgeous foliage Of the autump woods.
They paused at bend In the road,
where cottages below were glimpsef
through the leaves and sky OF molten
gold poured itself into a glittering
river. The laughter curves fell away
from Miss Stiles's lips in tired, salts
fed sigh.
but it must be good.by," she was
insisting. Miracles cannot bear repe-
tition. It's a rainbow afternoon for
memory-]et's not touch 1t with the
stupid finger of reality and shatter 1t,
boy. Besides, If fate is eager and
willing"
You're silly, little girl" said the
man softly. You're cruel, too. Haven't
we grown up together?"
VERY improperly-in one after.
noon," she pointed out But. don'i
you understand? / can't be the little
girl any more. Any way, I'm afraid,
| I know-it wouldn't last"
II can lure you any more" he said
ruefully. But am sorry. Here" he
drew out card and rapidly wrote q
line apon it. AT least, you'll talks
this. And II you relent-I'll be wait
! ing"
Running lightly, she started down
the road. Then she looked back and
while he watched, with wistfully re
gretful smile, she tossed the card into
the wayside bushes.
She had paused a scant moment in
the boarding house hall to survey bel
tumbled hair when through the cur
tanned door she saw him coming
fumbling bunch of keys in his hand
With a smothered cry, she fed up Il
her own room and waited, peerins
breathlessly through tiny crack.
1t was the same gray figure. will
hands deep in his pockets-the very
whistling man into whose arms she
had almost fallen two hours before
His heavy tread mounted slowly ant
sounded in the room overhead, wher,
the crash OF a trunk had driven her Il
despair that same day. She buriet
her head in the cushions, laughins
Historically. Then arising, she sur
veyed her radiant face in the TIM
mirror.
What a dear, sweet. lovely oil
thing fate is" she murmured.