Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1915-08-21
THE DAILY STORY PALS

by herself out into the country 10 90,
daisies. She passed the countr,e r,n'I
and the hedge was not high enou.e ~
shut out the view of Bob Rranacsn "
white nannels, making mud ples ~. u
golf links for the visitor and look,na
at all bored In performing the dutv ss..'. not
he had said over the phone would cn.. go
pletely spoil his day 'om-
The next day brought Harmon m. !.
visitor. and Millie was very b,,s,' ~ NJ
after helping to make things comforssss,.
for both Of them "'"
on the following Saturday rnorni,. r, 1
called Mile on the telephone, oo"
want to 60 fishing today littio .,.
IT'S just about right, half cloudv-cs...s.
bel? OH She's got a headache uyhsr
Can't gol Why7 Oh, darn the boat ras.. .'ass
Come on, be a sport and break the ~
gagement. Can't2 You mean v,.s., sa,
sorryl Yes, I know how sorry Won a.. y y
bitterly. "All right, good-by." -
And Bob studied the pattern ~ -
office rug thoughtfully. For In the ~
week he had noticed some other th,s..
Harmon's visitor was very much in,eras,
ed in Millie. He was captain OF the 80
at college, had a reputation for foo,'
ball, came Of a rich family, and-I,a.
Acknowledged it-was very decent Io,s,
ing in spite of his rather ultra-fashIor.
able clothes.
He paced the Office with CROWNS a.
dignation. II was a shame to let an oes.
slider step in and take his little frls-4
away from him, little Millie who und,-
stood him so well. He had alws..
thought her too sensible to bother abo,s,
love. But now he had his doubts. an
certainly seemed very happy when that
bounder was around.
The third Saturday Miles telephon.
did not ring. There was to be a picnic
given as a farewell to the young visitor
Marjorie's visitor and Harmon's friend
had become very popular with the yo,mr.
| er set in town. Hes taking ClarIbel =
thought Millie. And "She's going with
that new fellow" thought Bob. ''Ths
| crowd won't miss me, so I'll 60 fishnr
alone at the old place. It's good day. ,
SO instead of white fannels, he put on
knickerbockers and old shoes and mads
himself generally comfortable for ths
long tramp up the river.
He knew she could swim little but
for half a mile or so in each direc-
| ton the drop was sheer into the deem
| water. There was no place she could
| land, and she could never hold out FOL
so long. And then those tight skirts. Ia
an instant he had plunged in after her
and none too soon. He caught her a
she was disappearing beneath the water
| Inere was n DTulSe On neT IOTeheoo
where she had grazed the rock as sh.
| fell.
His heart frightened at the sight Of he,
| white unconscious face.
What IL she should die! Perhaps-oh
no! She could not be dead. His dear III
tie Mile!
But Mile was very much alive. Ell
cept for the hurt on her forehead, sh,
was as well as ever in very short tim'
after they reached dry ground.
You are certainly a friend in need
Bobbie. Why didn't you go to the pic
mic? 1 thought you'd go with you
brothers blooming visitor. May I tel
you something?"
Yes"
Il don't like you any more"
"Whatr'
IT love you instead Plato's dead, Mi
lie."
She turned away her head. then locke
back laughing. And Cupid is aliy
isn't he. dear. And he'll catch bad col
If we don't soon get home and put 0
some dry clothes"
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