New Britain herald., 1919-05-03
MY SOLDIER SWEETHEART
Adele Continuation OF
REVELATIONS OF A WIFE

know the very thoughts of the young
sters in her charge, spoke in u low
tone without turning her head.
George Brooks. come here Il
moment please.
The boy in question, a chubby,
black youngster. SO brimming
with mischief that he was always in
hot water. fastened to her side, his
round face and big eyes the persona
tication of wondering innocence.
eff this affair bores you, George
Miss Holcombe drawled with the ut
most affa bility, you may so to your
class room and spend the time in
demonstrating those geometry theo-
rens, You can use them in your
monthly report standings, you know"
George flushed, for his low stand
inc.s in mathematics were prOVorbial.
II don't know what YOU mean.
Miss Holcombe," he protested ear
nestly. 81 wasn't
ooh, yes you do, George, and you
We're" Miss Holcombe responded. Il
haven't listened to that sweet voice of
yours all these years without know
ing it. You may go back to your
seat if you can keep quiet. But the
next disturbance will be punishable
nv something else than geometry
theorems.'
The boy returned to his seat and
Good behavior, but his whispered eX-
clamation remained with me.
think Alice Holcombe appreciated 1t.
TOO. for her eyes rested upon Bess
Dean with q quizzical light in them.
Bess Dean Forgotten.
For the girl was Enthusiastically pos
ing. and J had to admit that she was
remarkably effective as she picked up
one Of the small shells Dlcky had
brought back with him and examined
II CLOSELY. She has a remarkably
good figure lissOme, slender without
being too thin, and it was We'll out
lined by the gown she wore, one
piece dress of brown cloth cut TO al
| most a daring V at the front ana
| back of the bodice, with bands OIL LUZ
outlining the N-Shaped nech' Iht
wrists and setting off the Oottorn ol
| the skirt. The gown was OF q Shduc
! which had been cunnlnSly ana Ill
| tisticallv designed to bring out the
| mahogany shading of her masses OF
brown hair, the tawny lights in her
really wonderful brown eyes | was
not surprised when, as Dicky entered
gave slight start. of surprised ad-
miration, for I knew that the girl
made a picture calculated to appeal
to the soul of any artist.
She glanced up in prettily simu-
lated confusion as Mr.. StOckbridge
formally and unsmilingly introduced
her to Dicky, murmured something
which we could not hear, but which
! was evidently an apology for allow
| ing her interest in the trophies to so
| engross her, and walked back to her
! position near the rear of the room.
! It was apparently the most trivial and
! natural of incidents, but [ knew that
J she had accomplished a we'll defined
! nurpose-that of bringing herself to
Dicky's attention in so striking a
manner that he would remember her
, above the score of other young
women to whom he would naturally
be introduced at the close of, the at
ternoon's exercises.
Bess Dean and her vagaries, how
ever, were quickly swept out of my
mind by the quick fulfillment of the
fear which had haunted me all
through the day. For when Dicl<y
had taken the seat on the platform to
which Mr. Stockbridge assigned him.
and the principal had given the signal
to the school orchestra to begin a
musical selection, what was my horror
to see my husband unfold my manu-
script which he had pasted together,
and look it over as if he were re-
freshing his memory concerning it.