Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1918-09-24
DAILY NOVELETTE,
THE COURSE OF TRUE
V
By Marion G.. Boody
BY Marion C.. Boody


Il of WeStford. Flags and banners were
flying from every building and every
thing took on the aspect of a great cell
ebration.
1t was Red Cross Day. and great
plans had been made to raise funds for
the welfare of our boys.
Speakers had been engaged for the
afternoon. after which a war luncheon
was to be served. and in the evening a
drama given. All this was to take
place in the old town hall, and every
possible thing had been lone to make
the affair a success.
How can | ever play my part to-
night" sighed Harriet Blake. throwing
down her costume which she was just
finishing. 81 never. never can do It,
after what happened this morning, but
who Is there to take my placer"
such were the thoughts running
through Harriet Blake mind on the
morning of this exciting day.
She was TO play the leading part that
evening, with Dick Mason as leading
They had been pals since childhood,
and now that the stage of short dresses
and boyish knickerbockers was past a
deeper feeling of friendship had sprung
up between them, and it had become a
settled fact in Westford that some day
they would become man and wife.
Rehearsals had been going well and
il'NtNS were StlllIls last, nut lnlS MORN
ing Harriet and Dick had quarreled
over some misunderstanding.
They had walked home together from
this last rehearsal. and it was during
the walk that the un~pleasantness had
arisen. and Harriet was terribly upset.
I'm afraid our friendship has come
TO an end she had said. These were
her last words with Dick. and now she
them.
She tried to be enthusiastic about the
festivities of the day. but her heart
was heavy and more than once her
people had come upon her unawareS
and found her weeping. but when ques-
toned would reply that she was tired
and nervous about her part, and so
the daY wore IN.
The girls were putting the last finish
ing touches to the hall decorations when
Harriet appeared upon the scene with
a most fOrlOrn expression on her face.
What in the world is the matter with
YOU. Harriet Blake? You look as though
YOU had lost your last friend" This
from Edna Grey WhereupOn the other
girls, who We're busy lacking bunting
around the various posts, stopped work
ing to gaze at Harriet.
We'll, | should say So they all ex-
claimed.
tured sweet little Amy Wells, who was
her dearest friend. sit down, dear. and
watch us work"
"No. You mustn't think Of helping;'
IllPN lliu nbI, "TeI she blIbItu ~ 10
so, "hut we will accept any Sugges-
tions."
So the girls worked on.
The last nail had been driven. the girls
had gone home to dress for the after
noon. as they were to usher. and a
great crowd was expected to listen to
the addresses. for they were patriotic,
these people of Westford.
Amy Wells had a little more draping
to do so had ~purpqsely stayed behind
so Harriet would watt for her.
Going over to where Harriet was sit
ting. she saw that her cheeks were
flushed, and no sooner had she put her
arms around her when she began to sob
frantically.
60, Harriet. | knew something was
wrong and now won't you tell me
it ISL"
For a minute she was silent. and then,
leaning on Amy's shoulder. she poured
ont her troubles. And | told him |
never would forgive him. and | didn't