The Knoxville independent. [volume] (Knoxville, Tenn.) 1894-current, 1919-05-03
BROWN VS.. BLUE
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BY KATHRYN M. HASELTiNE


small freckled face round the kitchen
door. '.Bab's in one of her tantrum5
and how will ever do q" said Bobby
once more looking in the door. Chloe
Dean. his pretty sister, was vehemen$
ly washing dishes, but this was MOI
what alarmed Bobby. She had been
cross ever since her last letter from
Lieutenant Rogers.
ITO think of his writing about her to
me-" she stormed at the teapot, and
the thought was so maddening that
she dropped the dish she was wiping
and in picking it up she caught sight
of Bobby. who was uncertain whether
to retreat or not. We'll" she said
angrily. what are you standing there,
staring at me for?"
Jaw" said Bobby. I'm sorry, sis,
but l got this letter yester-"
Bobby Dean!" Indignantly demand
ed his sister, do you mean to say that
you've had letter for me In your
pocket? Give it to mel"
Bobby hastily produced long white
envelope with red triangle on it ant
passed it to her. Chloe opened it and
as she scanned the contents a crimson
flush stole into her cheeks. and when
she read the last sentence her blue
eyes flashed.
1--WE will arrive Friday, be ready for
us. Bah"
She saw it was headed New York
and dated two days before. At the
word 1--WE" Chloe stamped her foot
and passages from his letters came to
her:
Il have Just met the prettiest little
French girl, Really, Chloe, she has
the most wonderful brown eyes have
ever seen; all the boys are wild over
hes"-then followed long and glow
ing account of the charms of this girl
of France.
Wonderful brown eyes" she
stormed, and then wept.
For Chloe was the owner of pair
of most bewitching blue eyes. "Such
beautiful black hair!" she quoted and
angrily shook her bright locks
"And now he's going to bring her
here! Well, Lieutenant Rogers will
find that don't care!" and then be-
cause she did care she wept anew and
tore the letter to bits.
If Chloe was pretty when In good
humor, she was doubly so now. Her
cheeks, which usually were pale, we're
as pink as one of the Marchioness roses
nodding by the window and her deep
blue eyes, shaded by long lashes, were
almost black. She wore a II 80 u
blue, which enhanced the blue OF her
eyes and brought out the golden
CLEANS in her hair.
Wiping away the telltale tears, she
snatched the broom and began to
sweep vigorously. Suddenly a dark
shadow fell across the kitchen floor
and looking up. Chloe saw tall khaki
clad form standing in the door with
arms Outstretched, who said in ardent
tones, "Chloe!"
She dropped the broom and ran
toward him with radiant smile-then
she suddenly drew back, and lifting
her head high. extended her hand and
said stiffly, Good morning Lieutenant
Rogers"
/" "Chloe!" CALCULATED that young man.
"What's up? Why the cold shoulder,
sweetheart"
The red danger signals came again
into her cheeks and she stamped
small foot, and said emphaticaly, I'm
not your sweetheart" and turned
away. He stood for moment in sur
prise and perplexity, then said plead.
ingly, what have / done, dear that
you should treat me this way?"
'Done?" angrily questioned Chloe.
Done enough should say! Go back
to your pretty brown-eyed French
girl y 0
Suddenly enlightenment flashed
across the face of Lieutenant Rogers,
and his eyes began to twinkle. He
otCDptu w. -iilc uOtI anu CdllCti, tFtfAltli
rie Therese!' and a tiny girl came rum
ming to the doorway; her eyes We're
large and brown her dusky hair fell
In long ringlets. "Oui monsieur she
said to Lieutenant Rogers.
He took the little girl by the hand
and led her where Chloe stood stiffly
gazing out the window.
Miss Dean" he said in voice in
which he could not keep the laughter
out. II wish to introduce you to my
little French sweetheart, Marie The,
reese Z"
Chloe slowly turned around and saw
a pair of melting brown eyes smiling
shyly into her stormy blue ones, Then
she stopped and gathered the child
into her arms, and certain Lieuten-
ant Rogers of the Q. S.. A. was com
pletely ignored.
At last in desperation he pulled one
of Marie Thcsese's curls and said casu,
ally, II see some very pretty roses out
in the garden, why don't yau pick
sOme?" ~ ,u
lies roses?" asked the child, and
ran out. p
Can hour later)
I'VE might adopt her--!' began