The daily Alaskan., 1918-12-12
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ONE JUNE NIGHT
By LOUISE OLIVER.
Copyright. 1918, by the Mcclure Newspa-
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 Harringtons and the Neals--and with every years growth of the vine and as every twig interlRced to thicken the density of the green wall, the barrier of hate between the two families had likewise grown in vast proportions.
 The yine-covered fence itself com memorated the beginning of the feud, for, as is usually the case, 1t had start ed with, a disagreement about the boundary line.
 To arbitrate quarrel is not to set tie 1t. Neither side winning, there Is no one to forgive So the Harrlngtons and the Meals nursed their hate, into the second generation, and stilL 1t grew.
 . Violet Harrington, the last and only one at home now, had always hated Dr. Wilbur Neal bitterly, She hated him chiefly because he had always seemed politely and supremely indif' ferent to her. He was almost the only man in town, who had not sooner or later lost his heart to her. Violet had always been the envy of every girl In Coburg, because she was the prettiest and most popular. Naturally accus- toned to homage, she. resented the fact that Will Neal paid so much attention to his books to the exclusion almost of everything else.
 Now she was twenty-eight and he was thirty, and neither of them was married. Knowing that she could have anybody, she had taken nobody. Now she was alone in the great house.
 It was June and a wonderful moon light night. Violet sat out under the maple tree in the yard, near the fence, in a soft white dress, stroking Dick' her Persian eat, and whispering little secrets in hlS ear.
 Its lovely night, Dickie. Do you smel! the rosesf Listen! That soft little murmur is the voices of the love fairies. Do you hear? They slide down on the moonbeams to the roses on June nights and plan whom they shall enSlave next. Then they mix sort of magic out of dew and fragrance, and fly with 1t to the chosen ones and anoint them. After that it's all over, Dick. That love potion never fails.
 "I suppose you're wondering, Dick. why they never chose me. I've often wondered, too. l wonder why they never did. There are so many splen- did, wonderful men, 1 wonder why l never loved any of them. I'm getting awfuiiy old, Dick. Some day I'll Ge walking with q stick. Oh, Dick, wish I could love somebody. I don't want to be old and lonely and ugly"
 Her head went down on the soft coat and Q tear dropped.
 Suddenly there was chirping and Autterlag in the vines, and Dick i'm mediately jumped down to investigate A fiedgling had dropped out of its nest and got tangled in the leaves.
 Violet jumped out of the swing and hurried after him. But by the time she reached the ylne-cOvered fence the cat had worked his sinuous way into Its very heart. Stopping, sue reached into the black shadows for her pet. But he was gone.
 When she tried to straighten she found she could not. Her hnir--R won- derful copper, the chief chprm of her beauty, was caught cruelty by the thick. twisted branches. She took out the pins and tried to work 1t free, but 1t was useless. She found she could sit comfortably enough, but that was no help to matters. She couldn't stay there all night; too far back from the street to be heard, and no one near but the hated house of her neighbOr.
 Suddenly she heurd q voice. It was masculine and quite near. She peered through the fence, md In the moon light SAW Q swing much like her own, md in 1t q man sucking a cigarette. Between pufts he was talking to white bulldog on the opposite seat. The man was Wilbur Neal and he was in uniform.
 She started. She had not heard he had joined the army.
 Rags, it's a bully nightt isn't itr said Doctor Neal. "I wonder If they have nights like this in France! But of course they have, only l sup nose I'll be too husy to notice them.
 "Its funny, isn't 1t, Rags, how we waste time and waste 1t, and suddenly reulize what things mean to us when tbey're.about .gonei For instance, there is A girl I like very much-very much indeed. And she hates me, and she thinks I hnte her; and because didn't know how to overcome her dislike just let it go. And now its too late to do anything about it. Too bad, isn't ft?' And if nothing happens to me in this war, and 1 come back, I'll grow into a cranky old man without friends Isn't 1t silly? I've watched her grow up. and she's fine, useful woman, as well as beautiful. And I've lost her because l haven't any courage. But I've courage tonight, believe, Rags I wonder what she'd say If went over there? It's only next door, Rags.
 But Rags had heard something. A white shadow had flashed out of the hedge, then in again. It was too much