Evening star., 1911-06-11

to be girl again just as was when 10 and
/ | would not cry again!
nNE isn't quite broken hearted when one
can eat was finishing with my coffee
when Celie brought me note. l know
went red as she handed it to me. wondered
if had expected it. l tried to speak casu-
ally; yr,o,,,. 80, c.,:. ,+ ,,..s ,.o,,
again tonight You may CO." l didn't dare
open it when she was there.
"But Monsieur requests the answer
Mademoiselle.
| ripped it open. "There's no answer
Celie," | said, without looking at it.
Celie hesitated, looked at me appealingly,
and went out. Then l read my first love
letter:
My Own.-The sun has gone out, the earth
is barren waste. refuse to believe there will
ever be light again until can you. Why
did you not come down to dinner? Ceie says
you are i'll; Mother says it because you didn't t
have time to dress. I'm beast for keeping
you. l have spoiled the evening. Are you
really ill. Darling? If it's the dress. won't you
come now? l shall wait for you on the stairs.
Impatiently, HAP.
/ kissed the name-that dear, silly nick
name-and put the letter in my bosom, over
my heart. 1t was stiff and uncomfortable
and wished he had made happier choice
of stationery; but it was very sweet there,
over my heart. | watched the moon coming
up, a rim of silver showing along the horizon
line, then a stream of light shimmering,
dancing, across the water. He was waiting
on the stairs for me!
1t was dreadfully stupid alone. Of course
no m one nena5s would disturb me 6orh as Are nsr you
ns sng he pano below craeous 5UsS Why HsS ddnt PIy
some one keep her from singing 1Sleepy
Song" so soon? She'd put everybody to
yawning. l knew then why Mrs. Hazard
needed an adjustable peg, why was neces-
sary. l hoped my friends wouldn't get
mixed. 3If it's the dress, won't you
come now?" l surveyed myself in
the mirror and shook my head. 1 couldn't t
90 down; l didn't want to 60. Natalie had
said l was a thief! But he was waiting on
the stairs for me, and that was-heavenly
Now always thought Celie an exception.
She isn't. She's just like every other French
maid. She takes fendish delight in any
thing that appears the least romantic OF
clandestine. She came in with second
note, beaming l looked at her, frownlng
bit, and took it.
said firmly. 3Do you understand"
3Oni, MddemoiselLe, oai, 0ni! Mdis Mon
sienY-"
3You are to go below and stay there,
Celie!"
3But Monsieur sent for me-" Celie ex-
planned.
@You are to stay below!" insisted.
3Ah, Mademoiselle, | dare not disobey
Monsieur"
4You are to obey me, Celie," 1 said in my
most indulgent tone, but quite firmly. 3You
may 60" :
@But, Mademoiselle, there is the answer?"
3There is no answer
3Ah, Mademoiselle, there is the answer!
Monsieur" she finished in English, "he will
what you call him?- murder me if zere
ees not re ansaire."
l turned away to smile. should have
been vexed. 1t really was most ridiculous,
embarrassing too. Celie was sure to gossip.
l sat down and hastily wrote the answer:
MY DEAR FRIEND.-As I do not wish to
have you resort to murder, and as | need my
maid. here is the answer Will you please not
write again. as l have forbidden Celie to bring
another letter? Sincerely, LOUIE GOODMAN.
l read it over before l sealed it, and it
sounded SO frigid that relented and wrote:
P. 81 am not really i'll. am supposed
to have a headache. l..
When l was alone once more kissed the
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