The herald and news. [volume] (Newberry S.C.) 1903-1937, 1912-04-09

those dropping lashes-oh, such
way!
"Oh, no-I certainly not"
stammered hastily Dash it, 1 never
was so rebuked and mortified in all
my life. What an ass I had been to
seem to notice at all!
She looked troubled. "Say, do you
mind my wearing them?" she inquired.
81? Certainly not-well, should
say not" I retorted, almost with in
dignation.
"sure?" By Jove, what ripping eyes
she had!
"Of course not!" emphatically.
Her sunny head nodded satisfac-
ton. That's all right, then. 1 was
afraid you wouldn't like it-afraid you
would think was acting little free.
But your man Jenkins-isn't that his
name?-said he thought you would
like for me to wear them
I gasped.
"Jen-what's that?" I was amazed,
indignant at Jenkins efrontery. He
he suggested that you wear-er-
She nodded, her glorious eyes shin
ing wistfully.
You see, went to frat dance last
night in Cambridge" she explained;
''and in the hurry this morning, some
how, one of my bags-a suitcase
was left behind. And when 1 got here
tonight and began piling the things
out Of my other bag-well, I saw
was up a tree. Not thing to slip
into, you know-not so much as a
dressing-gown or even bathrobe,
Then your man saved my life-sug-
gested these pajamas. See?"
"Oh, I see!"
said so; but, dash it, wasn't sure
I did, for I knew so devilish little
about girls.
'T must cut along now" I thought;
internal shame to be taking advan-
tage of her this way" And then
thought would just wait wee min
ute longer.
Just then she turned toward me,
her elbow on the arm Of the wicker
chair, her dainty, manicured finger
tips supporting her chin.
''You know, Mr.. Lightnut, wasn't
sure you would remember me at ALL
she said. Il was such kid when
you saw me last"
"Oh, yes" I said, trying to recall
the rather hoydenish children I had
seen on the motor trip to Billings
home five years before. 81 remember
you were quite a little girl-weren't
you?"
I thought her face darkened a lit
tie; then her smile flashed through,
like sunshine through cloud. Her
laugh came on top, like the mellow
ripple Of a tiny brook-that sort OF
thing-oh, you know!
ooh, I say now, Mr.. Lightnut, cut
out the JOSH" she demonstrated; and
I thought she grew little red. No
more for mine those sissy, grille ways,
I've got we'll over all of that!''
She tossed one knee over the other
and threw herself back in the chair.
She seemed little piqued. She went
on:
81 just tell you what-there's moth,
ing like couple of years off at col
lege for toughening you! Gets all
those mammals baby ways out Of you,
you bet your life, and all the slushi'
ness you get from trying to be like
your sisters. Shucks!"
1 caught my breath. Of course, she
had no idea how it sounded-this
sort of talk; it was just her innocent
frankness, her-what dye call it?-
her ingenuousness-dash it!
She continued musingly: "Gee, but
I was soft when I first went away-a
regular pie-faced angel-child!" Her
voice had in it a sneer Then she
Strengthened up, whirled her chair
facing me, and gave me a sounding
slap on the knee. Say, maybe the
fellows I met didn't educate that OUT
Of me mighty quick: Well, I rechor
yes" And she nodded, eying me side
wise, der pretty chin ii the i.
Bat, dash me, was so agh3sJ l
couldn' set out word Just sat there
batting at her and turning hot and
cold by turns. Came deviiish near
losing consciousness, by Jove, that's