The Pulaskian., 1919-07-04
MlLLY'S TANTRUM
By J. s. BROOKS

Then catching sight of his good natured smile, she snapped:
 IT just hate people that never get angry-just smile, smile"
 That remark deepened the smile on Neil Burnson's eheery face.
 But Mily, if you knew how exas- peratingly pretty you look in one of your hm !-tantrums. If you keep on--p
 'Tantrums it's honest to goodness disgust and indifference to any fattery you give me"
 "As l was saying" resumed the i'm perturbable youth, If you don't stop looking so aggravatingly charming why, I shall be compelled to take you in my armse
 That's just what I'm trying to make clear to you. You have done that for the last time Here, there's no use to prolong the scene"
 Milly stepped nearer, and snatching the ring from her finger, she crushed 1t down into his hand.
 Her companions eyes clouded lit- tie as he answered.
 Il say Milly, aren't you carrying your little farce too far It's only trivial thing and you know it. Farce, indeed Neil Burnson. There's another thing You needn't or der those flowers for me; I'll telephone myself"
 1 Then the fellow that never got mad" said hastily: See here, young lady, the next time l order any flowers for you, you'll wear them. And when you want that ring, you'll ask for it. Good-by." l And Neil was off He didn't see the girls face pale, he was too angry to catch sight of her outstretched arms. l Why Milly Clayton should drop into chair and burst into tears when she had accomplished the thing she de- sired was a mystery. Half an hour later Milly called up the florist and made him promise an early delivery. She must have them early.
 l A picture the girl made in her shim- mering party dress of pale green. It set off the healthy pink in her face, and her wavy brown hair, and her brown eyes, still emitting defiance that but gave sparkle to the portrait. She gave a pat to the silky folds of her dress, then looked at the clock.
 Flight o'clock, and no flowers have come And I've patronized that florist for so long time. I'll just leave him. sine pouted.
 She looked down at her girdle where the flowers ought to be resting. Then her glance travelled to her left hand.
 How queer 1t seems with n--no r-ring. But a girl can't wear every thing" she argued inwardly. "Oh, 1t seems so-so lonesome-my ring and him gone"
 She looked in her mirror and began to study the radiant reflection in it.
 Perhaps I was too quick, and child ish--per er-haps-I-was," she drawled- If I'm old enough to be a society woman, I'm old enough to have little patience with Neil. He's such boy Besides, I do miss my ring and him." | A loud peal at the doorbell startled her.
 There's the flowers. I'll go myself.r She tripped down the stairs. and turned to open the door, and there stoood Nell with a box of flowers
 The girls face lighted unconsciously. The young mans heart beat faster.
 Why, Neil Burnson, didn't I tell you not to-engage-"
 Neil threw out his hand. When a young lady, one's own | fiancee," Milly's head lifted defantly -"orders me on the telephone to bring her flowers early, I obey" He ended with low bow.
 But I teIephoned to the florist" ex- plained Milly
 You thought you did, dear girl: but | your numbers got mixed. So here am ready to escort you to the party" and the shameless fellow calmly led the way to the living room. | Milly went over to the window, and, with her emotions in a tumult, stood | looking down the street. 1 Her companion produced from his pocket little figure of Cupid, which he placed on top of the telephone cov- ering.
 The girl with troubled eyes still gazed streetward.
 Neil next took the ring and hung 1t on the tip of Cupid's arrow. Then he called
 Come Milly, look at your lovely flowers. The girl turned slowly, caught sight of the ring sparkling its well come, and with little quivering sigh she cried out:
 "Oh, my dear. darling ring. I've missed 1t sop And she eagerly snatched 1t from its place. Then she looked at Nell, who tried his utmost