Daily Kentuckian. [volume] (Hopkinsville, Ky.) 1918-191?, 1918-08-10

teacher about TO ereet her pupIAs her
hair curied about her ears In a de-
lIghtful style that reminded one, some
how. % yellow spring things And her
eyes were altogether too dangerously
blue for a teacher 20 possess. especial
~ n she wears q blue dress that sc-
centuates their color. Justine was
twenty-seven years old, but she looked
about sixteen when she came down
into the little boarding house parlor
10 greet Curtis Pratt. her ex-pupll.
The tall soldier who was seated by
the window rose upon her entrance
thereby revealing himself TO be very
tall indeed. and ~ much broader pro
portions than she associated with ht-
tie Curtis Pratt.
"why. how you have growui" ex-
claimed Justine. Il didn't think"
And then. with widening eyes, she
saw that this was not her Sunday
school pupil at all. He had never
looked like that. with such straight
nose and such very brown eyes. He
had been a blonde.
"whv. you--you aren't Curtis
prntt." she accused him brenthlessly.
II was the soldiers turn TO look sur
prised.
Yes, ! am, begging your pardon.
I'm very much indeed Curtis Pratt
remember you. even n you don't recall
my face. Once when we were very
young We went 10 the same picnic. ana
7 fshed you out Of Falrview Greek.
Don't you remember that dayr'
Justine sat down quite suddenly.
why. yea she feltered, Il remem-
Der that. remember you. too
only"
"Ouly whatY
"rd forgotten that your name was
Curtis. I guess got you mixed with
your younger brother. the one ] taught
IN Sunday school. I thought ! was
writing 20 him"
Benny Benny Is out at camp. but
ne has measles Just now. I'm sorry VI
I've disappointed you. Perhaps Benny
ran come next time"
There was a fat note of hurt In his
voIcs. a rather wistful something In MS
eyes as he looked az her.
"No. not" she exclaimed hastily.
I'm not at all disappointed. I'm
glad II was you"
And then she biushed az what sne
had said. a delightful pink blush that
went very well with her springtime
frock.
$50 am l." said Curtis Pratt.
They spent the afternoon together
IN the park. and they had supper to-
gether at quiet restaurant. More
than once Justine felt the envious
eyes Of some other girl fixed upon her.
the eyes of some girl who envied her
the company OF So fine-looking a SOL
dIer: just 50 had she herself felt on
80 many Sundays past. But now. now
she felt sorry for them. those other
girls. For something told her that this
was only the beginning Of great
many other Sundays that were to
come.
"Do you know" said Curtis Pratt. |
as they walked slowly home 10 her
boa riding house. "that have never for
gotten you since that day Of the picnic
80 many years ago. had 10 leave
town soon after. for school and col
lege. and never caught more than
gllmpses Of you In vacations. But I've
never forgotten"
Neither have T." she assented soft |
". THAT r.. I've never forgotten the
boy who nshed me out Of the creek. |
And his name"
AT least. you remembered his
name" Curtis agreed with a little
laugh. Fate didn't let you forget H.
and think she had reason. May
come again next sundayf'
Yes" she agreed happily.
"And the Sunday afterr'
Yes
"And the Sunday after thatr i
Yves. n Won still want to-"
want to- I guess by that time I'm
be wanting 20 come oftener than Sun
day. I'm sure ~ H."
"well." said Justine with con-
science-stricken little sigh. II guess
I've forgotten all about poor Benny.
Give him my best wishes. won't youf
Butt don't think he would have
cared very much for n card from his
Sunday school teacher, anyway. I'm
horrid. but I'm glad he never got TT"