The Pulaskian., 1915-12-24
WHAT ABOUT SHIRLEY?
By lzoLA FORESTER.

Jane, thoughtfully.
 Mary Ann?"
 No. You kind of give it tho French uplift, don't you know? Marianne! Mrs. Shirley Evarts Dean She mar ried Shirley Dean three months before he was killed in an aeroplane accident abroad. He left her an awful lot of money and Anita, his only sister. The long and short of it is that Marianne is on this side now and she has Anita with her. Anita's twenty and she's thirty, and they've got eight millions between them"
 Peter had been listening idly to his sisters chatter: It was the late Sun day morning breakfast hour and he sat in wave of newspapers. Sud- denly his eye caught line so star tlingly pertinent to the subject in hand that he was held by it.
 Briefly, it stated that the Dean es- tate was finally settled and, owing to depreciation of securities and stocks, it would barely reach $15, 1000. The main residue, amounting to $5,000,000, had been conveyed by trust deed be- fore MT. Deans death to his beloved daughter.
 By George, Jane; listen" Peter read it over hurriedly. That cuts off Mary Ann and Anita. 1 didn't know he had daughter"
 Jane sat speeches.. Mrs. Deans letter lay in her lap. They had taken over one of the handsomest cottages on the mountain for the fall season. The whole little select colony was on tiptoe waiting the arrival of the two.
 It waited later on with more expec- tancy and alertness, wondering wheth- CT Anita or her pretty sister-in-law would win the richest bachelor in Georgia, Peter Sewall. But Peter was called North repeatedly on urgent business, and it gradually leaked out that Dean had appointed him trus- tee over his daughters estate.
 "Oh, Peter, you are almost abomin- able sometimes" Jane told him. When you know how anxious we all are to know what she's like and when be ever married before"
 Her name is Shirley" said Peter, pleasantly. She is a very beautiful girl and altogether charming. Her mother was a New York singer. She died when Shirley was baby. That's all"
 T believe you're in love with her." suspiciously.
 Peters blue eyes twinkled.
 T am. I think she's adorable"
 Then you should stop riding with Anita every time you're here, and leading her on to think you"
 Jane, you women are so delight fully vague and indefinite in your at tacks upon poor devil of male Are you warning me against Anita?'
 T shall warn Anita against you, Peter"
 Nevertheless Peter rode late that afternoon with Miss Dean. Peter looked now and then at her fine clear profile, he nose that just escaped tilting a shallenge at the world, and the lips that always held smile for him.
 Has Jane warned you yet?' Peter asked.
 She smiled and nodded at him.
 Did you need warning?" Peter was particularly aggravating.
 T don't think so.' She glanced at him amusedly. This affair over the estate has worried Marianne so have not had time to think much of myself"
 He was a peculiar fellow anyway He had an idea that modern wealth spoiled girl or boy for the big aims of life. So he kept his daughter in ignorance of his riches"
 Did you find her we'll bred?"
 She is charming" Peter said dreamily. "She has lived with her grandmother up in New York state, and is mighty sweet, mighty sweet. I wish you'd go to see her. Of course, know how you and Mrs. Dean must feel-''
 T don't, not at all, and she will marry again, of course. I am only glad that Shirley found real love somewhere. I think his marriage with Marianne was just an adventure, don't you know"
 Love is at best an adventure, pos sibly the great adventure. It seems to illuminate life when it comes. .' Peter paused, adding musingly, You see, I am in love-"
 Anita's head lifted. She watched the road ahead of her. To her the road looked dark, yet Peter had just said it was illumined, Into her life, with all it's little petty superficiali- ties, Peter had come, and he had seemed some way to measure up to what a man should be even when he was handicapped by. wealth. It seemed almost as if Fate were put ting an extra twist in it's torture when it gave him to Shirley's daughter, gave her both the fortune and Peter.
 q am in love-" repeated Peter glad