The Chickasha daily express. (Chickasha, Indian Territory [Okla.]) 1899-current, 1918-09-28
ONE JUNE NIGHT
BY LOUISE OLIVER.
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Ii was high iron fence covered
with honeysuckle--th one between the
Hnrringtons and the Neals--and with
every years growth Of the vine and as
every twig interlaeed to thicken the
density of the green wall. the barrier
of hate between the two families had
likewise grown in vast proportions.
The vine-coverea fence itself com
memorated the beginning OF the feud,
for rs Is usually the case. 1t had start
ed with > disagreement about the
boundary line.
To arbitrate quarrel Is not 10 set
lie II. Neither side winning. there is
no one to forgive So the Harringtous
and the Meals nursed their hate into
the second generation, and stlll it
grew.
Violet Harrington. tile last and only
one at home now, had always hated
Or. Wilbur Neal bitterly She hated
him chiefly because he had always
seemed politely and supremely lndif.
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 I'm
COburg, because she was the prettiest
and most popular Naturally aecus-
toned TO homage she resented the fact
that win 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.
1t was June and wonderful moon
light night. Violet sat out under the
maple tree in the yard near the fence,
in soft white dress, stroking Dick,
her Persian eat, a@d whispering little
secrets IN his ear.
TITS lovely night, Dickie Do you
smell 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
enslaye next. Then they mix a sort uf
magic out OF dew and fragrance, aud
fly with ii to the chosen ones and
anOint them. After tllat it's all over,
Dick. That love potion never fails.
~ suppose you're wondering Dick,
why they never chose me I've often
wondered, too. ! wonder why they
never did. There are 50 many splen.
did, wonderful men, wonder why /
never loved any of them. Fin getting
a&fully old, Dick. Some duy I'll be
walking with a stick. Oh, Dick, wish
could love somebody. | don't want
to be old and lonely and ugly"
Her head went down ON the soft coat
and tear dropped.
Suddenly there was chirping and
iiutterlng in the vines, and Dick inn
mediately jumped down to investigate.
A iiedgling 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 vine-coytred fence the
cat had worked his sinuous way into
its very heart. STOPPING, she reached
into the black shadows for her pet.
But he was gone.
When she tried to straighten she
found She could not. Her hair-a won
derful copper, the chief charm of her
beauty, was caught cruelty by the
thick, twisted branches. She took out
the pins and tried. to work 1t free, but
it 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 ~ her neighbor
Suddenly she heard voice. 1t was
masculine and quite near She peered
through the fence, and in the moon
light saw . swing much like her own
ana in it man smoking cigarette.
Between pufHs he was talking to Il
white bulldog on the opposite seat
rhe man was Wilbur Neal and he
was n uniform.
She started. She had not heard he
had joined the army.
Rags, it's a bully night, isn't itT"
said Doctor Neal 81 wonder IL
they have nights like this in France?
But Of course they have, only sup
pose I'll be too busy to notice them.
It's funny, isn't it, Rags, how we
waste time and waste it, and suddenly
realize what thinga mean to us when
they're about gone? For instance, there
IS girl | like very much-very much
indeed. And she hates me, and she
thinks hate her; and because didn't
snow how to overcome her dislike l
just let il go. And now it's too late
10 do anything about it. Too bad, isn't
Il? And if nothing happens to me in
his war, and | come back, I'll grow
nto a cranky old man without friends.
Isn't it silly? I've watched her grow
NJ, and she's a fine, useful woman, as
we'll as beautiful And I've lost her I
because / haven't any courage. But
I've courage tonight, believe, Rags.
I wonder what she'd say if | went over
here? It's only next door, Rags"
But Rags had heard something. A
white shadow had flashed out Of the