Norwich bulletin., 1916-05-24

Laura. darling" wrote the young woman who was a college student and had large ideas, although it is terri ply late, cannot close my eyes in sleep until have told you, my dear est friend the exciting Happenings of this Hateful night. How little did I think when I parted from you the first day of the spring vacation that romance would enter my life ere l re- turned to our cozy room in North hall.
 Perhaps it is better that we can- not see into the future. If I had known my destiny should not have stepped forth so debornairly to meet 1t. If you don't know what that word means you can look it up, for I have not time to explain. Time presses. Although I have put a bath towel over the transoms just as we do on spread nights at school I'm afraid aunty will notice my light and insist on my go- ing to bed.
 Before I came here to visit mother warned me that my great aunt was stance, she believes that girls should all marry young. She has no use for bachelor women.
 You can imagine my feelings the very first evening after mys arrival when aunty said that she intended to invite a Guy Hadsall to call on me. | made me realize the subtlety of her matchmaking machinations. q wish could use phrases like, that in my English compositions, but Miss 1ngle- side marks me low whenever I give my pen free play)
 seWeli, I turned to uncle, thinking that he would be my refuge, but found him in league with aunty, for he said in his hearty way: Guy is just the chap for NeI1.'
 For moment, Laura, turned dizzy with the thought that I should be married out of hand. But I de- cided at once that would pit my wits against those of my elderly rel atives, and that. youth would triumph. To give myself courage for resistance I repeated to myself the vow that you and have taken, to dedicate our lives to war nursing. said again the sol emn words: 'sThe battle fields shall be my bridal and I looked straight al aunty, and said aloud, What is Guy l Hadsall to mel"
 1 "sWhy, nothing yet, my oslild,' she answered. laughing. in a cryptic way she went on, you'll like him very much and his mother is a lovely wo- | man
 T saw what she was. endeavoring tc do, but I held my peace. would bide my time! The crisis came soon CT than 1 expected. Last night aunty | and uncle went out to play bridge, and while I was making candy in the
 kitchen with Sarah, the cook, the dool bell rang. I said I would go, because she was washing the kettles. | Picture my despair when openet the door and found a young man or the threshold It flashed across me a
 once that he was Guy Hadsan.
 He gave me strange, inquirinG glance. had on a big kitchen apro1
 Ec,- q
 Are MT. and Mrs. Guernsey a | home2' he asked.
 No I muImured.
 "'And their niece, is she in?'
 "'No, I said firmly.
 "'Will you please give them m, , cards
 | My hands were sticky from pul1in1
 candy, but I took the cards and h left.
 This morning aunty said that sh , and uncle were going to take me t
 a dance at their country club, and tha she was going to buy me somethin very pretty to wear, because sh wished me to look my best. I fel , | that ought to refuse to accept a neN } gown, for it was like being dressed u for the marriage mart, but I kneN , how glad I should be to have some thing really fashionable for the mex
 school hop, so I allowed aunty to bu ; me perfectly dazzling little dancin frock. } ..As fate would have it, Guy Hadsa
 was the first person we met when W 7 stepped into the ballroom. He rush f ed forward, looking really wonderfI ! in evening dress-no little dinner cos ? like those of the boys who come t } our stupid school parties, but a. reS ] swallowtail.
 : Eager to meet my niece. I see 3 said aunty, and then she introduce l us.
 Of course my heart was pafpitatin I f1erce1y. I didn't know what I shoul
 do if he recognized me and mad some remark about last night. Bl | he acknowledged the introduction a. 9 most stiffly, and then he asked me