The Monticellonian., 1917-02-22

Tommy Thurston was sauntering down toward the park, when June 1 loomed up in his line of vision. She seemed to him to look rather more ravishingly alluring than usual. He wondered if 1t would do any good to try again to get her to say yes. He detained her as she tried to pass.
 "It's just to say good-by," said Tommy.
 "Oh," replied June not greatly in terested, "when are you going?"
 This Wednesday. I'm going to stop at Barehester to see my uncle, on the way. After that I haven't yet de- l cided. Perhaps across the pond to England perhaps to California. You know wouldn't go if you said so."
 Now Tommy, that's settled. Don't let's talk about it, please"
 There was such q ring of finality about 1t that Tommy was silent.
 But" added June. "eome to think I've got to go to Barchester to do some shopping. I may be taking your train, and can bear you company on the beginning of your journey at least"
 "Oh, that'll be fner cried Tommy brightening.
 So it was arranged they should meet at the train.
 June said nothing to anyone about her intended trip, but carefully packed suitcase, put her desk, and belong ings in order, the only thing suggest ing a nasty departure being Mrs. Cliffe's note of invitation left lying open on her desk. She slid unobserved out of the house, keeping the suitcase on the side away from the window, and met Tommy at the station. She took pains to speak to the station mas ter at the little office who knew her. and who eyed, rather curiously, the combination of young Thurston, Miss Barry and the luggage.
 Arriving at Barchester, Thurston in- sisted on seeing her to the hotel where she said she was going. Then he reg istered, and informed her he intended to stay there also for day or two. June put her foot down, and told him she would leave immediately if he did not go 10 some other hotel. Thurston saw that she meant it. and left.
 The next morning June started out for her shopping. When she returned she expected to find that something had happened but not even tele- gram greeted her. She wondered what they were doing and thinking at home. Well there was nothing to do but wait. She sat alone in her room the entire evening. and nothing happened. The next morning as she was starting out for more shopping, she found herself confronted by the proprietor. Very apologetically he explained that he had orders from police headquarters to detain her, June after some show of indignation went meekly back to her room. In about an hour there was a knock at her door. Was it a hOrrid policeman or the irate and in- jured Mrs. Hunt? June nerved her self to open the door. Billy wild-eyed and out of breath confronted her.
 "Where is that scoundrel?" he yelled. Are you marriedY"
 "No," answered June. And he isn't a Seoundrel" :"
 Then Billy told how he had found Mrs. Cliffe's note, how good deal had dawned upon him, how they had never even thought of being engaged and how furious. and miserably heart broken he had been.
 Then" he added, "I know-it took an awful big jolt to find out-but knew I'd got to get you back. or or-S
 Or make me one of the family?" she finished.
 Billy took her very closely in his arms, and explained later.