The Chickasha daily express. (Chickasha, Indian Territory [Okla.]) 1899-current, 1919-12-13
Between LINES
BY ELIZABETH A. DE BAER.
ne. BY Mcclure Newspaper syndicate. }

, and George was junior In college
They met at a college house party and
well--l
Olga was short with very large eye
and a very small mouth. She wore
her hair, black and shining, parted II
the middle, pulled quantity down ovel
her forehead, puffed over the ears an(
high In back. When George came tC
call she wore her grandmother
comb, which was very loveIy-ther
hurried 1t back among tissue paper
when he left. Olga's dresses were
ruiiiy-most impractical, but she was
practical because she made them her
self. She could play guitar softly
and roll her eyes at the proper mo-
ment, and, best of all, she was a good
listener. But when it came to talking
Olga was failure She couldn't
say anything funny and her words
seemed TO jump out In a short, snap
py way. Olga couldn't talk well and.
fortunately, she knew it-so she didn't
talk much.
AS for George-he was big and awk-
ward, but loads of fun. He could
make his thumbs go out OF joint and
Olga would cover her big eyes with
her little hands and beg him not to be
80 naughty" and said she wouldn't
look, but he knew she was peeking
through her fingers. He liked to have
her sit curled up beside him, and play
soft, slow music on her guitar while
they both looked into space. Yes, they
were deeply in love!
Then the house party ended and
Olga came back to school, fell into the
arms of her waiting roommate. was
dragged upstairs and, lights turned
low, confessed the whole story to
wide-eyed Jane.
"And just think, dear" she ended
with a resigned sigh. 9TH be two
months before I'll see him."
poor little thing" Jane eyed with
envy the diamond set fraternity pin
that clung desperately to Olgas waist.
ut must be wonderful to be in love-"
The next day special came for
Olga-it was letter from George and
such letter! Olga showed 1t to Jane
and cried and laughed alternately as
she read 1t for the fifth time. 1t was
indeed a masterpiece, a clever, we'll
written letter, and Olga was wise-she
knew her answer was expected to be |
equally as clever-it just had to be |
Moreover, she knew she couldn't write |
a good letter any more than she could |
tell good stOry-and she knew Jane
could And Jane did. True love |
should not deceive, but Olga, in her de- |
sire to keep Georges affection while
away from him. was desperate. She
realized her shortcomings and she
did her best TO outwit them. So Jane,
under Olga's careful censorship, car
ried on the latter's correspondence
with her fiance.
All went well and everyone was APP
happy until one day Jane.
red-eyed, told Olga she wanted to talk
with her. She Topped down on the
cot among the pillows and looked up
INTO Olgas questioning eyes.
Il cant go on with 1t, Roomy," she
said in a hollow voice, 81 can't go on
leceiving him, and myself.
Eyes, I've tried TO make myself be-
ieve | don't love MIN, but | do-his
eters are so wonderful. I"
stop" Olga cried; ''do you mean
'ou have fallen in love with my
ieorge?"
Jane nodded miserably and the tears
off her cheek.
"Yes," she answered simply.
Then desperately she went on:
And I've read between the lines.
is me he loves. it's my letters, it's
he girl I've put into my letters-me-
1e"
"Oh, Jane, how can youl" and Olga
ank down. She wanted to cry but
he didn't, so she whistIed bravely.
That night the maid came patterng
y the stairs with two cards for Olga.
me was George Potter" the other,
Stanley Mills" She couldn't think;
he went mechanically down the stairs
nd into the reception room. George
aught her hands awkwardly and. ut
srly ignoring the tall, dark man be-
de him, said;
"Olga. tell me the truth-do you love
e?"
"Oh. George, what's the use if"
81 won't believe 1t, Olga-I know you
we me and I've come to explain every
ling. was so crazy about you that
hen l went away l was afraid my
tiers wouldn't hold your interest. so
got Stan TO write 'em for me. And
NV, Olga, he's fallen in love with you.
I'd he says he's read between the
nes and knows you're his by rights.
e told me so this morning"
But Olga shot out of the room, fling
9 'be right back" to the surprised
an who stared after her. In mo-
ent she returned dragging a bewil-
red Jane across the room.
George, dear" she explained. at
as Jane who wrote these letters-I
as trying to deceive you and" but
Gorge had taken her In his arms. He
ID kissed her twice when she sudden