South Bend news-times. (South Bend, Ind.) 1913-1938, 1918-08-10
By LILLIAN r. HaIpcim.

bsthed the world IN a shower Of
gold Its warm. tender ravs tinged
vivid green leaves and kissed the
biushinE. upturned faces of young
roses
The same sun took fame in the red
gold hair OF a young girl. who sa:
looking through the open window
Of her palatial home She held the
Arabian lace curtain aside with one
hand and leaned her chin on the
palm OF the other. as she hstlessly
watched a stability dressed, middle
aged woman. who trudged YEARLY
along. scrsping her large. ill-itting
shoes on the cement sidewalk. She
carried a large. paper-wrapped
bundle and black wooden shawn
it, her arms.
Coming toward her with long,
swinging strides and carrying a new,
brown leather suitcase, was a very
tall young man. He held his head with
distinction and the girl at the win
dow thought him undeniably hand
some and distinguished. Who could
il be-
The suitcase fell with a thud.
What was this The poor bedraggled
woman. bundle and shawl, disap-
peared in the arms OF the barehead-
ed young Romeo. The girl drew her
hand across her ewes. Was she
dreaming a light thud and
little cry Of dismay from the woman
made her start and look once more
at the two figures that formed such
a bizarre contract.
The bundle had fallen from the
woman's arms the string that was
tied about its paper wrappings
snapped and the spilled contents lay
in a white, tilmy heap on the side
walk. The man laid a restraining
hand on the arm Of the woman and
he himself. began with grave face
and awkward hands. 10 gather the
scattered white articles. that unmis-
takably belonged 10 the wardrobe
of a dainty woman.
The girl gave a little gasp as she
recognized the clothes. They were
hers. and Mrs Dagget was just re-
turning them done as white as the
driven snow" She saw him raise
her pretty graduation dress by the
edge OF the sleeve. This was too
much for her sense of humor and
she burst forth in a merry, musical
laugh
He looked up and flushed scarlet.
Then the humor Of the situation
struck him and he. too, laughed
frank. boyish laugh She heard an
other laugh behind her. a low, spon-
taneous chuckle with something OF
sophistication and cruelty in it. She
turned her bright face toward the
handsome young man who stood be-
hind her.
4 see Soap srds Bill is following
his calling" he remarked with a
derisive laugh.
Why, what do you mean, broth
err the girl asked seriously.
That's Bill Dagget. our wash
woman's son. He's had the nerve to
go 10 Yale Began 10 be quite a
beau. too. But I knocked his pop
ularity fiat-I simply told the bunch
his pedigree. and we christened him
'Soap-suds Bill He must be sort
OF cowardly cad. too, 10 play Yale
on the sweat of his mothers, brow
! tell you, sis. caste counts, he told
her.
The girl was silent for some time.
He plays Yale on the sweat OF
his mothers brow-a cowardIy
cad she repeated softly.
But there was disbelief in the
voice that was meant to be scornful
The night hung dark and silent
over a black. white crested. tumul-
tuous sea. Great waves whipped and
made frantic efforts to crawl up the
sides of the gigantic seam onster. as
she made her majestic way. churn-
ing dusky waters into a flmy bridal
veil at her bow
Her lights were lowered and but
for the faint rays that filtered
through chinks in the ca bin win
dows, the deck was in darkness
The busy deck hands hummed and
worked TO the mufhed strains OF a
popular melody, TO which a brilliant
thrOng OF first cabin passengers
we're dancing. A corner of the deck
was momentarily flooded with light
and the orchestra grew more sonor-
Gus, as a door opened and the tall,
enveloped form of a man emerged
He walked with light. firm step
across the wet, slippery deck and
stood for a moment studying the
eastern sky. where a slender gray
finger was parting the sable curtains
of the night
why amt We dancin >" asked a
merry eyed toothless sailor, as he
swung the pole OF a streaming brush
dangerously close 10 the strangers
nose.
why I was just thinking how
close to nature and God you sailor