Richmond times-dispatch. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1914-current, 1915-11-07
: SUE TUCKER.
LETTERS FROM ONE GIRL TO AN
OTHER
(No. %
June 20. 10
Dearest Bette:

Dearest Bette:
am going to have n little chat with
you to-day. as II has been over a week
since | wrote last. think II is time
was letting you hear from me again
l have been suffering with dread
iul headache for quite n while, and I
nave threatened to throw Il book at
Winnie several times. for every time
groan she laughs and groans. too. She
i thinks II Is my own fault She said
that selfish pigs tm!nd that. Bette. me
! pig) who eat large boxes OF choco-
iatcs without an intermission deserve
all they gct--and more. Winnie Is a
horrid th!nG--sometimcs. / do believe
She Is only jealous. though, because
did not offer her any. II I was not
afraid she would find It out l would tell
you something which she imagincs Is
secret. ] wonder If dare. For spite
think shall. she called me "A pig. yon
| know. This Is not one OF her FRANKS.
but ii really Is as good as one. To my
way of thinking Il Is better
Winnie always did possess n love for
red mats. and the larger and brighter
she can get them the more II plcases
her. The other day she donned her
new bonnet and sailed forth In high
spirits. ! asked her 10 take me along
but she replied that she was only GO
ing TO stroll In the woods and gather
the Wild flowers so II would be USE
less for me to disturb myself / re-
Sardcd her with frowning brows or
course ] did not believe her, so what
ala do but follow her. ] was correct
Tor Winnie never even glanced toward
the woods but started out 1T a terrific
pace across the Held dctcst deceit
ful people. let her know that | did
afterwards, too. Several times sho
turned around and I narrowly escaped
being caught By hiding in the tall
grass. drew back as n startled cry
came suddenly from Win. Heavens!
What was that? A bull, And il was
making its way straight to her. al
ways said those red hats would get
Winnie into trouble some day. She
silly thing. instead of casting aside the
hat. began TO run the bull after her
and ! after them both. ! really could
not say how far we did run. although I
know 1t was n good distance. found
that OUT when started to return home.
Poor VIM" / thought. here's where
she gets held up" For right ahead
was very wide stream and did not
think for one instant that she would
try TO wade through IT. but into II she
went. l wanted to laugh go bad. 1
did not dare, though, for IL had she
would have discovered that / had fol-
lowed her. In the middle Of the stream
she came to a halt. She could go no
farther on account of It's depth. So
there she stood. looking at the bull
whose fiery eyes were fastened upon
thc ici NIT w nat Il scene Tor
movie" l know that WIN stood
there for nearly a half an hour, when
footsteps sounded nearby and young
man stepped into view. Horrors! II
was Bob! Bob is Winnie's beau, you
know Kettle. Win changed all colors
of the rainbow. standing there blue and
shivering. l would not have been in
her place for Il five pound box of choc-
olates. moment of profound silence
passed ut felt like temp, and then Bobs
laugh rang out loud and long. Winnies
eyes flashed like living Goals OF fire and
her voice rose sharp and clear as sho
spoke to him.
Bob Mcrton!" she began hauEhtily,
how dare" ! never waited for tho
rest but crept silently home.
1t was an hour later when Win came
in and l was curled up in big chair
and bedraGgled. to be sure.
why, Win" 1 cried. where have
you been, and gracious. what have you
done to yourSelf?"
Oh she answered rudely. ct was
searching for ferns by the brook and
l slipped and fell in. That's ALL Don't
bother me-"
"Um." said I. at sounds mighty
thin" as she lounced from the room
She thinks believe her She never
has told me why Bob and she have
puarreled. I found on. where she was
going. too. Bets Doreen Phillips gavo
a party and she did not want me to
be there. If She persists in calling mo
pig, however, ] shall tell her that
know all about 1t.
AT this moment she Is looking mo
over In very suspicious manner. T
can imagine what would happen If she
knew ! was writing this to you, girlle.
Rye-bye for n while. Heaps Of love-
Ever yours, FL
('rhe End.)
BY DOROTHY NJ. SMITH.