Abbeville progress. (Abbeville, Vermilion Parish, La.) 1913-1944, 1916-12-30

l had been fool for neglecting them,
anyway. They were, at least, kind and
appreciative.
For week ov more l soused myself
in society and attended the Kappa
Kap party with tremendous success,
not less than eight girls confessing
that they could die dancing with me.
But L didn't enjoy myself. Somehow
society seemed as unsatisfactory as
fifth dish of ice cream. / got to hang
Ing around the library between classes
not in the hope of talking with Mar
ina wouldn't have tried that again
Tor farm-but because K se%saej
kind of hOmelike in there. and I liked
10 watch her studying with her rain
coat ana tam on-they became her
more than l supposed would be pos
slble' got considerably interested
IN English history, too, while l was
"astihg tlme there. / had to amuse
| myself some way-and did a lot Of
reading in the hope that some day l
could get up unexpectedly and recite
TO young Professor Harris until he
choked me of. 1t would be such
stunning surprise to him, coming from
me. L chuckled at the thought of it.
80 hlled up on Macaulay until was
walking biography of William of
orange, and one day when Professor
Harris ordered me up to do my usual
ught-Wire balancing act between a
hunk and "pasSable" | sailed into
the English for their attitude to Dutch
Billy Ike a prosecuting attorney ar
raigning a chicken thief.
| Professor Harris had only escaped
from England about two generations
back, and he bristled up when l tried
to explain how sweet ii was In the
beef-bolters to invite William over
with his army, and then after using
them, TO boot said army out of the
country as a nuisance-in perfectly
polite and well-bred manner, of course
the English are always polite. So
we had little ten-minute bicker, and
every time Professor Harris got a
hammerlock on me l managed to fall
back generation or two and grab UP
some other English political crime
which l had run across in the last
week. So l came out of the deal with
out more than one shoulder on the
mat, but pretty much worried-fol
Professor Harris was determined t
avenge his precious England, and l saw
where 1t was up to p. Simmons Il
keep on stocking in history at the rate
of one Quarto volume a day.
l hurried over to the library aftel
class, and had just gotten Hume anC
Macaulay stacked up, one on eacl
side, when looked up and saw Mis-
Scroggs sitting near me and looking
at me. She ducked her head with he
peculiar little smile and bow.
warmed me clear to my shoes.
bowed back and went to work al
cheered up. But hadn't gotten NOR
than q page or two worried dow
when someone dropped a note goinI
by. 1t was from Miss Scroggs.
Three cheers for the Dutch"
read. 'Re-enforcements coMing b.
forced marches"
l smiled across to her and waved m
hand around my head, meaning "Hul
rah for our side" and "Soc ct tuum,
and other things. 1t made me fee
mighty good, and decided, when W
ran out Of Dutch complications
English history. to jump in on til
French side, If necessary, and keep u
the fight. After all, it was a lot {
fun to jOust with professor. 1t wa
as exciting as baseball.
Someone sat down by me and
closed the book. 1t was Miss Scrogg
She was just plain girl, as / hav
carefully explained, and / can't sc
why / went so dotty and nervous a
over just because she came over
talk to me. / suppose 1t was b.
cause
At least that was the only reaso
could discover.
= 1--WE come over to ask you If you'v
ever read Motley on William" sh
t asked. Hes dandy"
8 "rll get him now" said prompt!
:, got up, but hesitated a minute
d While I was gone she would go ava!
t Of course. i decided I wouldn't 6
l. away. Then thought I'd better. The
It / didn't know what to think. locke
p down at Martha pleadingly. Sh
+ looked up and didn't bat an eye. 81
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