Wausau pilot. [volume] (Wausau, Wis.) 1896-1940, 1918-06-04
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A SUGAR ROMANCE
BY AGNES G. BRoGAN.

| He had been called to his country's
| colors and must leave soon for train
| ing camp.
Jane was glad to find that the seri-
| GUS anticipated departure, had not af-
fected her brothers gay spirits. 1t
was the same merry-hearted Bruce
who sang gay songs to his own ac-
compartment. James first suggestion
| of young folks party in his honor,
had been discouraged; that was before
| the chance meeting with Sheila.
The charming little Irish girl had
| happened in at the post office as Jane
and Bruce were leaving, and in the
| natural order of things, had walked
with them to their door.
"Jover he remarked as his sisters
| young neighbor passed on her way.
"What makes her so elightfully-dif-
| ferent?"
Because she is different, perhaps"
Jane replied. "Comes from a broken
home across the water, to live with her
dominating grandmother.
"Bruce Lynden," she said slowly, II
do believe you have fallen in love-"
Believer" that youth answered SOL
emily, 81 know-I have"
"And I could not persuade you to
look at girl heretofore"
"Pll look at this one quick enough"
he responded, 'if you will give me half
a chance. Better have that party and
| ask her over"
81 doubt if she would be allowed to
come" Jane said.
Sheila's voice over the phone came
| to Bruce as he bent his listening head
above his sisters. II cannot promise
to come" the girl answered the invi-
tation, "but will let you know later"
Jane put down the receiver impa-
tiently. ITS always that way" she
said. "Sheila has to depend until the
last moment on her grandmother's hui
| NOR"
Instantly Bruce became a rescuing
knight. 'Td like to carry her off I'M
der the old woman's nose," he de-
clared.
His sister laughed, but her eyes were
tender, as she caressed the soldiers
hair. She was so anxious at this time
to give him every pleasure. And if he
fancied himself in love with Sheila-
well, who could be more worthy Of
love than that faithful girl?
Bruce was thoughtful as he passed
through the dining room upon the fol-
lowing morning, then turned back to
hn toll inf
gave leap at the soft-tOned voice; its
message was direct, yet perplexing.
"Good morning." said Sheila. "Can
you please send some sugar over to
Mrs. Robson? Ever so little would
be appreciated. I know you were
obliged to refuse us yesterday, Mr..
Schmidt, but grandmother" the girl
laughed, "won't be happy till she gets
it,"
1t was evident that the operator had
made a wrong connection. Bruce
thought fast. The girls acceptance Of
his sisters invitation depended on her
grandmother's humor, and grandma
would not be happy until she had
sugar."
Upon the buffet near at hand re-
posed three small well-filled bowls.
'All right" he answered, II will bring
you some in a few minutes"
Anne, the maid stared at his request
for a bag, but gave it, and when she
had gone, Bruce promptly emptied into
it the contents of two sugar bowls. A
lad upon the street agreed to deliver
the package and Bruce went hopefully
upon his morning stroll. Returning
later he found his sister telephoning
eXcitedly.
81 have called up both grocers," she
was saying, land cannot get bit.
Oil these war times And how my
own sugar disappeared, is a mystery.
There were the bowls all filled for this
evenings party-the smallest alone re-
mains, and Anne knows nothing about
it. Obi If you could, dear, I'd be so
graceful"
After luncheon Bruce fed guiltily to
the sitting room. Here in unremorse-
full silence he smoked and smiled into
the fire. His reverie was interrupted
by the sight of girlish figure ascend
ing the porch steps.
Before the startled caller had time
to press the bell ne had thrown wide
the door. "Come in," he eagerly in
vited.
But Sheila hesitated. 81 came to
bring some sugar to your sister," she
explained; "we have more than we
need at present. VIII you give it to
her, please? I am on my way to pay
Mr.. Schmidt for his accommodation"
Breathlessly Bruce grabbed the bag.
swat a minute" he begged. I'D like
to walk with you"
As he joined the girl on the snow
bordered path he decided that prompt
| confession was inevitable-this visit to
the Schmidt person complicated mat
tiers. "As to that sugar." he began.
''Yes?" queried Miss Sheila.
Il filled the order this morning." he
added abruptly. you called our house
by mistake for the grocer's. That was
James sugar-ready for the party"
The girl tilted her pretty chin and
looked up at him, then her quick laugh
| ter rang out.
1T was to appease your grandmoth-
err" he explained, $50 that you might
come to my farewell party"
FAREWELL" asked Sheila. Her eyes
shone softly. Il promised grandmoth-
err that 1 would not" Then suddenly
she smiled at him. Nothing was said
against an afternoon walk" suggested
Sheila.
And they went on together down q
/ slorified shining pathway.
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