The Winslow mail., 1916-09-29
A CHANGE OF MIND
BY EARL REED SILVERS.

in his hand, frowned darkly.
''Its from my sister," he informed
his roommate. "She's going to bring
a girl home with her for the spring
! vacation"
'Well, what of it?" Jack Ackley
stretched indolently on the cushioned
| window seat.
"What of it?" Dick threw the letter
| on the desk. you don't know my sis
ter, do you? Well, she's highbrow in
Vassar, and whenever she comes home
she brings along some bespeckled old
| maid who talks about new thought or
something else that l don't know any,
thing about"
'Why don't you go home with me?''
81 can't. We've never been sep
! arated on Easter, and dad is set on
the idea of having US all together"
Cant you come the day after
| Eastern
"By George, so I can!'' Dick looked
/ up hopefully. 'Tll go to New York to
visit you next Monday"
"All right, I'll be looking for you
Jack glanced at his watch. you'd
better hustle if you're going to get
| that train
"Well, so long," he said. "See you
next week." His eyes fell upon the
letter lying on the desk. "Oh, yes, "
he added, "my loving sister told me to
keep a lookout for Miss Mary Hughes
at Poughkeepsie. She's the girl who's
coming to see US, and is expected to
take the same train that 1 do. Sis
went down yesterday"
Dick secured a Pullman seat at AL
bany, and gave his attention to a
magazine until POughkeepsie was
reached. Then, however, he looked
Interestingly out of the window. Vas,
sar girls, dressed in all their spring
finery, were crowding on the train.
Two girls entered the car. One had
blue eyes, the color of the sky on a
perfect June day. The other wore
spectacles and carried book on
"Modern Philosophy" The girl with
the blue eyes sat opposite him. and the
one with the spectacles took the va
cant seat farther down the car. The
train started, but Dick Stevens did not
turn again to his magazine. The girl
across the aisle looked over at him
and so he put the magazine away in
l his bag.
Then IS minutes went before any
thing happened. Finally Dick took a
chance.
"It's rather tiresome riding" he vol
unteered, wheeling in his chair.
"Yes, it is"
"Would you like something to read?''
"No, thank you. 1t hurts my eyes
I to read on the train"
4 do you mind if I talk to your
Dicks eyes looked frankly into her
Town, and the girl smiled family.
"Why, no, not at all" she answered
! frankly. "It will help to break the
monotony of the trip
'Thank y0u!" Dick smiled whim-
sically. what shall we talk about?'
Anything you say
"Well, I'm going to tell you my
name first I'm Dick Stevens, and
Hive in Linden, N. j." She started
Islightly, but ne failed to notice it.
I'm going home for a vacation In the
deadest place on EARTH
"Why," she said-and there was a
decided twinkle in her eyes-"Tve
heard something about Linden. 1 al
Eways thought it was quite nice lit
tie place"
"It is, sometimes" Dick admitted,
"but it won't be for me this vacation" !"
"WhyY
"Well, my sisters senior at Vas
Sar; maybe you know her-Betty Stew
ems" The girl looked interested.
"Every vacation she brings home some
highbrow whom l have to entertain. y
That's too bad" She looked at him
| sympathetically do you know who
she's going to have this timer?
Eyes, girl named Mary Hughes.
You can tell by her name that she's an
old maid" His eyes fell upon the be-
spectacled individual who sat at the
other end of the car. II shouldn't be
at all surprised If it was that young
| lady over there. But I'll only have to
be with her for two days"
| "Why is that?"
"I'm going to New York the day aft
er Easter to visit my roommate, Jack
4 Ackley."
"Maybe-" Dick hesitated for an in
slant, then plunged boldly ahead,
maybe, if you're going to spend your
I vacation near New York you could let
me come to see you"
"Maybe l could" She smiled. "But
it wouldn't be quite proper, would it?''
"Why, surely" Dick leaned for
ward. 'You probably know my sis
ter"
eyes, I know her rather we'll. And
I'm going to stay near New York,
too,"
do you mind telling me your name
and address? l can get Betty to
write you letter introducing me-
"Ny name she hesitated a mo-
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