The Twin City star. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn.) 1910-19??, 1917-11-24


some. Be sure to make Bob introduce
him."
Ellen dropped the brooch she was
pinning into her dress.
Murray AndrewsY' she repeated.
And she looked at herself in the glass
again, her color rising. She was glad,
glad, that Murray Andrews would see
her this way-among these gay, So
phisticated people. He had been In
Oldport the summer before, on c
sketching trip, and they had become
very good friends. Only he had gone
away without saying anything. Ellen
had imagined 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
arrived at the club he acted the
part Of very gallant and proud es-
cort. It was new to Ellen, this feeling
that people were proud Of her, but 1t
gave her unaccustomed courage and
ease Of manner. Dorothy and Louise
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 admiring. Indeed,
she was the prettiest girl in the room,
and quite the belle Of the occasion. :.
Murray Andrews was presented af.
ter while; he was to have a waltz
with her. He looked very different
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. eve ought to be
talking together-not dancing"
They found a secluded spot, and he
at once began to ask her about her
self.
SLOW did you come here, you little
wildflower? I never could have i'm
agined you in such society,""
"Why?" she asked, little piqued.
"You're too good for 1t, 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 laugh
ed again.
They talked for while, about things
that did not matter, and then another
partner came to bear her off. Ellen
was conscious Of a feeling Of bitter
disappointment. 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 1t
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 q tea next
afternoon, but Ellen, conscious of her
inadequate wardrobe, pleaded a head
ache, and stayed at home. In fact,
she did have a headache, or a heart
ache, which Is usually defined in terms
Of lesser physical ailments. She could
not help thinking about Murray An
drews. She hated herself for weak
ness; she wished for a chance to do
battle with herself, and try to over
come her feeling toward him. It was
so evident that he cared nothing for
her, and never would
Ellen sat alone in the library, when
there came a 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 a Bingham frock.
Why, she looked just like last sum-
mer In the countryi And Murray
was so very correct, with his stick
and the 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"
ut was you came to see." he said.
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find you alone. Such a belle as you
were last night"
"Don't!" she cried. you're teasing
me. I'm not a belle, and I was never
meant to be. Can't you see I'm just
the same old country Ellen you knew
last summer? There's no use my pre-
tending to be any different. I'm not"
'I'm glad" he said. Last night
was half afraid-you seemed so beau.
tiful, so sophisticated, so unlike the
little you had learned to love-
Don't say that" she breathed. "You
haven't any right to love-"
"Why not, when I do love your
came around this afternoon just to
tell you SO; that Is, If you were my
own sweet Ellen, instead Of the won
derful young beauty Of last night.
Didn't you know, child; didn't you
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