Norwich bulletin., 1915-10-08

The door burst open and Stella and Marion stood there in their simple white froclxs.
 "Oh, Miss Waltonl" they gasped m Do I look very-foolish7 she ask
 You look heavenIyi' cried Stella enthusiastically. while Marion bent and kissed her soft cheek There was a uaurmur Of surprise m the room when Amabei entered with kSteIla and Marion.
 There was such a transformation from the plainly gowned little music teacher that Mime. Drouet. the French and whispered ironically to Professor Hanford
 Professor HanHord drowned and his eyes followed Amabers pink-clad form with such a mixture of admiration and wistfulness in their depths that with jealousy. The rude remark Of a thoughtless freshman added to the French woman's discomhture.
 Dear mel" whispered the freshman at mademoiselle's elbow, doesn't mad emoseils look a fright7' Quite like an egg salad with pien- ty of mayonnaise." returned her com panion in the same gtggling whisper. l Mademoiselle swept away and Pro- lessor Hanford. glad of his release, | lN6M1uGTGQ GAAnACmSAy 4AO6AA4 ~@AANAA lA~ came upon AmabeI sitting alone In the deep bay window, a roll of music in her hand and her brown eyes shin ing with unshed tears. You are to play for us?" asked the professor in a pleased tone.
 Amabel shook her head and essayed
 a faint smile.
 Marion Reeves is going to sing - IT am to play her accompaniment"
 The professor looked down at her
 with infinite tenderness in his eyes You you are distressedT' he ask ed, shyly.
 The tears fell. T am so foolish, lquivered AmabeI. 'T have worn thi;
 ridiculous frock-r
 "Ridiculousl" interrupted the pro. lessor. Tt is charming l am won
 dering why you do not wear it al ways"
 T am too old to wear pinki'' sighet Miss Walton. without coquetry. "A woman is never too old to wea;
 what Is so infinitely becoming" pro
 tested the Greek instructor eagerly
 Tt is a pity that more women do no understand the art of dressing be
 comingly. Now, pink-pink is m! : favorite color"
 Something in his tone made Amabe !, blush.
 Tt is mine, tool" she said hurried ly. and then she went on and toll him the pathetic little story of he
 drab- colored childhood. When she had finished he nodde } his head sagely. You are quite rigt : to wear it. and I predict that 1t wi
 always be charming upon you-it
 the color Of home and youth. Mis- Walton. and even to a dry old bach
 elor like myself it seems to brighte 3 a rather dull future; 1t emboldens m
 to tell you a secret-about myself : and my love-for you" \ When Marion Reeves came to fin
 her accompanist. there was no mis t taking the situation. The quiet-eye
 girl read 1t in the faces of Amabel an l the professor, and a charming srdi t broke the sweet gravity of her face
 Can you spare her to play for m n Professor Hanford?" she asked. e ''For only a little while" admitte = the happy man, as he reliuquishe
 Amabers trembling little hand. "Yc y shall be the first to hear the goo e news of our engagement--and wou f never have found courage to ask h, r 1t if had not been for the pretty ros' t colored frock."
 t Blessed be pinkl" laughed Mario d and as she went away with her ar
 around Amabel Walton she smil, e over her shoulder at the man. e T am going to sing. Roses, Rose n Everywhere and I am going to sir
 1t for just you two!"-Exchange