The Washburn times. [volume] (Washburn, Wis.) 1896-1976, 1911-12-21
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mo" breathed Eve quickly, and her
swift glance took in the tall form,
strong brown hands gripping pana-
ma hat, while his noble head was
barred to the. light breeze Hts dark
earnest eyes were lifted to hers, when
Dicky halted him and presented him
to his fair cousin. and after they had
searched her sweet face with its smile
of ready sympathy. her cornfowerr
blue eyes. her dadem Of golden hair.
her flushing cheeks, they never linger
ed away from Eve when she was near
him -.
They fell In love with each other In
stantly Afterward Dicky said he
never saw such complete case of
heart complication" in all his life
The three sauntered across the grass
and examined the courts which, were
being rolled for the contest on the
morrow.
Hope you lick Ba-a Ba-a. Paul. OBJ
served Dicky -.
"I'll try" returned DeIafield alb
sently.
Make the purple and silver bite the
dust" went on Dicky. Send the
orange to the wall. Spatter the courts
with green and white-by the way
! ), hat are your, colors. old man2"
Delafield turned abruptly. II never
had any until a few minutes ago. I'll
tell you what they are after the
/ match A
."Ah. and some fair lady will wear
hem tomorrow" 49,,
Yes admitted Delafield reddeningT
But she doesn't know she's wearing
my colOrs" a
"How's that? demanded Dicky Curl
ously. while Eve felt q pang Of jeal
ousy' that some other girl had already
confiscated this splendid specimen OF
manhood.
"I'll tell you tomorrow" promised
Delafeld, and be would say no more.
Later, When Eve had left them, he
drew his friend into rustic summer
house and said abruptly:
"Dicky, the time has come to own
up to my identity, My silence was
only maintained from a dislike OF
newspaper publicity. You've heard
my father was Il abutcher?" He smiled
down at his shorter companion.
II don't care If your father was a
hangman," protested Dicky stoutly.
land you needn't tell me anything
about it If you don't want to-"
"Time | owned up now I'm through
Keollege My father is Tom Delafeld
the packer and he put me through
college as worker; said I'd turn out
better in the end. Hope 1 will At
any rate. know the quality Of friend
ship" He gripped Dicky's left hand
and squeezed 1t affectionately.
Dicky's brain was Keeling. PAU
Delafeld was the son of one or the
richest men in the country. he had
chosen to work his way through the
university. gathering about himself a
few friends-like Dicky himself who
were worth while Dicky shook bis
head feebly. What will Ba-a Bd-a
say?" he asked. =.
The match came off the next day.
Eve Osgood wore a pink frock and
4 carried a pink sunshade. and Paul
Delafield was so distracted BY her
that he nearly lost the. game. but In
the end he vanquished Ford Dexter
and his friends and carried the trophy
4 TO Eve. who watched his approach
with shining eyes.
, Bravo she said as she shook his
hand
Dicky was examining the silver cup
what about your coIors. Paul? You
said you'd tell us after the match.
Paul Delafeld reluctantly released
Ewes little hand He looked at the
pink of her cheeks, the golden glory
of her hair and. last and longest, Into
: the shy wonder of her blue eyes. -
"My colors." he repeated in such q
low tone that only Eve and Dicky
heard, ahd Dicky slipped away and
left them alone-"my colors2 They
are pink and. gold and blue" And
: his eyes rested on the blue and were
satisfied.