The Logan Republican. [volume] (Logan, Utah) 1902-1924, 1916-02-17
IN WlN|FRED's name
BY ELLIS GRAHAM.


And it was directed to Winlfred, of
course, and Winifred was down at Old
Point Comfort with the Reverlys on
their yacht. She would have to meet
him at last, confess the whole thing,
and protect Winifred somehow.
Winifred had met Give Gould in
Washington, and he had taken fancy
to her. He had written to her from
San Francisco the day before he
sailed, and Dot had listened to the
letter as she had to with every new
correspondent Of her roommate. But
there was something about the letter
that held her-an underlying faith in
things, sense of humor, something
that told the real man behind the
pen.
81 won't answer IT," Winifred had
said, airily. He's too digniiled and
slow, Dot"
"Oh, you must answer 1t. He ex.
poets that. Wait, I'll do it for you"
You old dear thing Winifred
laughed over at her. you never write
to any boys at all. Go ahead. He's
perfectly safe, bound for Australia,
and | don't mind. Hold q star up for
him to see his way by and tell him
to cheer up
But Dot had answered the letter
In her own way, and it had started a
| correspondence that had slipped out
| OF her reach and control before a
| hod hn ha,
and In the letter she had received the
day before he told her 1t was her let
| tiers that had drawn him over the
seas to her, and she must fulfill all
they meant to him.
The evening was rather cool. Clad
in white wooden dress. with white
sweater and no hat, she watched from
the veranda until she saw figure
start across the green from the street !;
then she went to meet him. Oh, yes ;
II was he. She knew him in an In
slant from his picture, and she went
straight toward him without compro,
mise.
You are Mr. Gould, aren't your
She gave him a firm hand clasp. II
am Winifrod best friend, and she has
gone to Old Point Comfort. Won't
you visit with me awhile? am Doro
thy Page"
Up on the veranda they sat, while
she listened to him talk OF the voy
age and Trip over the continent
Couldn't he guess at all OF how hel
pulses were beating, how she wal
trying to keep her nerve still and lis
ten to him? And all at once some
thing seemed 10 snap the tension
She lifted her head and looked a
him, at his wide, uncompromisinI
eyes, SO G..eot and true in their gaze
and she told him the truth as sh
had intended 10 do.
And that's all, you see" He
hands put away from her an imag
mary something, when she had III
ished. Il did IL, and | am not sorr
either. Winifred never needed 20
ana | did. / never had anyone t
write to that liked, and somehow
could tell you everything"
! Except this
Don't. ! am sorry in a way 70
you, but you won't mind. Winifre
has always cared for Bob"
5 I'm not thinking of them. I'm sur
only wish them the greatest happ
y ness"
she hasn't been here much the las
: term, not since they were engaged
She was taking pc 3t.graduate cours
anyway. Oh, know She rose an
J. stood before him, rebellious, worried
and still in n way penitent. Il kno'
s. you must think 1t was awful of me-
t mo, don't" He rose, 100, and Dc
n wondered hoSy he could leave her 8
g soon, with just word of ordinar
, courtesy. After all, Sle letters ha
been theirs, and they had grown
know each other so well in them. Bl
{ Give continued:
e Those letters, whoever wrote then
l. gave mo courage ard q new grip q
o life just when | was worried and 10
- ing my grip. Remember that Lin
d OF Browning
q Drop hearts blood where life's whee
I. CRATE dry,
a. That was what they did for IN
Did you feel all the time really impe
sonal toward me, Dot?"
" Dot laughed softly, bit unstea
}. lily.
~ NO, felt as If you belonged
" me-" #H..
c. Just that. And so did |. Tht
n. pulled me back thousands of miles
4. you"
Not to me. To Winifred.'
10 "Winifred wrote to me six mont
l., ago, as soon as she was engaged
Bob, and told me the truth" he sal
~ II have come back to you"
When you didn't even know VIII
or looked like?"
I'd "Winifred sent me your portrait a
re or ! had asked her for one"
ir Dot smiled, a funny, half shy smi
q. biting her under lip.
Il "Well miss the letters terribly"