South Bend news-times. (South Bend, Ind.) 1913-1938, 1918-12-15

billiard but she could not name
them all after him.
That set her thinking of old times.
1t was strange the way billiard had
treated her Perhaps his letters
had gone astray They had known
one another little over a month, but
when he had gone away they had
both declared to remain true to one
another. 4 will come back and
claim you when I have made good. ."
HilliarG had promised. Grace could
renlcr Der the earnestness in his
tone when he had said it. But he
had not even written to her. He
had forgotten her as soon as she
was out of sight, apparently, and
she did not know where to write to
him TO remind him Of his promise.
Something dropped on the sweat
er in Grace's lap, and glistened in
the sun, before ii sank into the
wool. A tear! Grace pulled her
self together with an effort and
tried 10 smile at the thought of shed
ding tears over romance that had
long since died The tear remind
ed her again, of the patient. wait
ing, little princess. and she found
solace in pretending that the sweat
ers were for the seven swan princes.
A week before the end of the
month found the seventh sweater
nearing completion. Grace settled
on the balcony and resolved to put
the finishing work on il that after
noon. She could not help stopping
TO admire the six finished sweaters.
Just one more sweater and my
brothers Will be free" she quoted
from the fairy-tale She smiled sad
" as she realized the difference
there would be in the ending of the
story in her case. There would be
no brothers to rescue her from peril,
and no prince to claim her as his
bride. Just the same she did not let
the reality spoil the pleasure of the
unreal. while she worked. She kept
pretending she was the princess
right up to the end 1t was neces-
sary TO veriate the story a trif1e so
as TO complete her work. The real
story princess did not have time
TO finish the last sleeve of the
seventh coat, but Princess Grace
had more time than she knew what
10 do with. II seemed no time be-
fore she was putting her needles
away and putting the seventh
sweater with the others. Still pre-
tending, she picked the whole seven
up in her arms. raised them aloft in
the air and let them futter to the
ground below. saying in true fairy
tale fashion, Take them my broth
ers and find me my prince"
What the dickens" came the
smOthered cry from below. With a
scream OF fright. Grace ran TO the
balcony railing and looked down TO
see a man struggling. wildly with
the sweaters which had landed on
his head Grace was down the
stairs in a minute and out TO the
assistance Of the man. but he had
broken loose from the sweaters be-
fore she arrived.
Il beg your pardon" she apollo
gized. I dropped" then she stop
ped with a cry Of dismay.
Grace Hnliard had recognized
her, too. AT last I have found
you. Oh Gracet"
They both talked excitedly. and
AT length explanations were ex-
changed II was all Grace's fault.
after all She had neglected TO
give him her address. They had
both been so madly in love with one
another. she had not thought TO tell
him. and he had not thought 10 ask
her He had tried 10 find her. but
had been unsuccessful, and then the
war had broken in on his search
and he had enlisted. He had just
returned and had started out on a
search for her. His automobile had
stranded in front OF her home, and
he was in search of assistance when
the sweaters had showered down
uDon him. They were a happy cou-