Ottumwa semi-weekly courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1916-1918, 1917-11-09

you'n cut them out. His name is Muir
ray Andrews, and he is an artist or
illustrator or something; awfully hand
some. Be sure to make Bob introduce
him"
Ellen dropped the brooch she was
pinning into her dress.
Murray Andrews" she repeated.
And she loked at herself in the glass
again, her color rising. She was glad,
glad. that Murray Andrews would see
her this way-among these gay, sophis-
ticated people. He had been in Old
port the summer before, on sketching
trip, and they had become very good
friends. Only he had gone away with.
out saying anything. Ellen had imag.
ined that there must be another girl
in the city. She had long ago resolved
to forget him.
Her cousin Rob opened his eyes
wide when he saw Ellen and when
they were arrived at the club he acted
the part Of very gallant and proud
escort. 1t was new to Ellen, this feel.
ing that people were proud of her, but
it gave her unaccustomed courage and
ease OF manner. Dorothy and Ellen
smiled at her when they passed in the
dance, Rob picked her the very incest
partners, and saw more than one
young man looking at her with a
glance that was Enthusiastically admir-
ing. Indeed, she was the prettiest girl
in the room, and quite the belle Of the
occasion.
Murray Andrews was presented aft
er while; he was to have a waltz
Unit h4v
here in evening dress from the rather
young artist of the summer before.
They waltzed for a while in silence,
and then he spoke abruptly.
Lets go and sit in the conserva-
tory" he suggested. I'VE ought to be
talking together-not dancing"
They found secluded spot, and he
at once began to ask her about her.
self.
How did you come here. you little
wild flower? never could have imag-
ined you in such society"
Why" she asked, little piqued.
you're too good for it, too fragile
and unspoiled. However, I can't say
that you do not grace the room better
than any other girl on the floor. I
suppose you'll get to be like all the
rest in time"
"Of course" she agreed, and
laughed again.
They talked for while, about things
that did not matter, and then another
partner came to hear her off. Ellen
was conscious of a feeling OF bitter dis
appointment. Murray was friendly
enough; but the girl loved him; she
was conscious only OF something with
in her that cried out for more than
friendship. more than admiration.
why didn't you say you knew Muir
ray Andrews" accused Dorothy when
they got home. HE told me about it
himself. and asked if he could call
some day. I'm glad one member Of
our family captured the celebrity"
The girls were going to tea next
afternoon, but Ellen, conscious Of he-
Inadequate wardrobe, pleaded head
did have headache, or heart ache,
lesser physical ailments. She could
not help thinking about Murray An
drews. She hated herself for weak
ness; she wished for chance to do
battle with herself, and try to over
come her feeling toward him. 1t was
SO evident that he cared nothing for
her and never would!
Ellen sat alone in the library, when
there came ring at the bell, and the
maid brought in Murray Andrews
card. Ellen gave her hair hasty pat
before the mirror, and wished that she
had not been wearing bingham
frock. Why, she looked just like last
summer! in the country! And Murray
was so very correct, with his stick and
gardenia in his button-hole. The girl
felt pail of shyness descend upon
her: after all, she was not of his kind.
"My cousins are not at home" she
told him. 81 am very sorry."
at was you came to see," he said.
IT had not hoped for such luck as to