The leader-enterprise. [volume] (Fitzgerald, Ga.) 1912-1915, 1914-10-19

p papaoI BUT T IT is the se J ~
description of bore and prig to
me-"
The next morning when she saw
Billy going to the station with his
mother, she almost wept.
81 didn't know l was so fond OF
Billy!" she walled.
She had no buoyant spirits to
quench when the guest arrived. She .
was SO quiet and detected during dim
ner that Philip Reeves finally aban-
doned his attempts to converse with
her.
Three wretched days passed I'M
which Allene managed to maintain a
demeanor that satisfied her fathers
ideas of decorum, although she felt
horribly unnatural. Then came the
reaction. Her father received an ur-
gent summons to neighboring town
on business. With his departure, ALI
lenes strained dignity vanished.
Where's Mr.. Reeves?" she asked
of the maid as she came into the
house from drive. =
He went to the factory" was the
reply.
Free and alonei She hadn't felt SO
unrestrained since her childhood days.
She few to the piano, and the room
rang with the maddest music in her
repertoire. Then her voice burst forth
in gay, little snatches of song that re-
vealed her exuberance of spirit.
At last, when she paused for breath,
a voice behind her said:
'Why haven't you played and sung
like that before?"
She wheeled about quickly on the
piano bench.
How long have you been in here?'s
she asked family.
81 came at the first sound of the
music. 1t is just the kind l like.
am not educated up to classical
music.''
ooh, feel so much better. Really,
l can't live up to papa's program any
longer
What do you mean ?" he demanded.
Then impetuously and impulsivelY
she told him the department her ia
Their had prescribed, and the heroic
efforts she had made to live up to it.
A most delightful week of pleasure
followed. Saddle horses, automobiles
and mountain wagon were brought i'm
to use for various excursions and pic
MICS. Allene found in Philip a man as
companionable as was Billy.
Crossing the lawn one day when the
weather had suddenly turned too cold
to permit of driving comfortably. AL
lene stepped on stone, and stumbled.
ITS those absurd French-heeled
slippers!" exclaimed Philip indignant
ly. There ought to be law against
their manufactured"
Therefore when Allene came down
stairs that evening, out of sheer per.
Verseness, she chose her very most
extreme-heeled slippers.
On the sixth stair from the bottom,
she utrned her foot tripped, and land.
ed in a heap on the hall floor.
When she opened her eyes, she was
in Philips arms as he sat before the
CRATE fire in the library. She was so
very comfortable, she decided to close
her eyes again and postpone her com.
ing to-" Then she felt him removing
her slippers.
He thinks my ankle is broken or
sprained!" she reflected, and was glad
she had put on her silken hose. She
half opened her eyes, and to her hor-
ror SOW him calmly committing her
slippers to the flames
She gave little shrek of indigna- ,
ton and sat bolt upright.
How dare you! My beautiful slip
pers!"
well, their destruction seems to
have brought you to consciousness ~
he said coolly. II was afraid you had
tainted for keeps. Is your ankle
hurt?"
mot a bit!" she replied, essayinG
to get on her feet, but he held her
fast.
mo, Alene! Let me tell you some
thing.
When he had told her she assured
him she had loved him up to the time
he had burned her slippers. Now, ID
was all changed.
They finally compromised In halT
French heels.