Montgomery County sentinel. [volume] (Rockville, Md.) 1855-1974, 1919-03-07

teacher ABOUT 10 greer neT pupiII NV
hair curled about her ears in a DE
Iightful style that reminded one, some
how, of yellow spring things. And her
eyes were altogether too dangerously
blue for teacher to possess, especial
ly II she wears blue dress that nc
centuates their color. Justine was
twenty-seven years old, but she looked
about sixteen when she came down
into the little clearinghouse parlor
to greet Curtis Pratt, her ex-pupil.
The tall soldier who was seated by
the window rose upon her entrance
thereby revealing himself to be very
tall indeed, and of much broader pro-
portions than she associated with lit
tie Curtis Pratt.
"Why. how you have grown" ex-
claimed Justine. II didn't think"
And then, with widening eyes, she
saw that this was not her Sunday
school pupil at all. He had never
looked like that, with such straight
nose and such very brown eyes. He
had been a blonde.
"Why, you-you aren't Curtis
Pratt she accused him breathlessly.
1t was the soldiers turn to look sur
prised.
"Yes, am, begging your pardon.
I'm very much indeed Curtis Pratt. l
remember you, even If you don't recall
my face. Once when we were very
young we went to the same picnic, and
/ flshed you out Of Fairview Creek.
Don't you remember that dayT"
Justine sat down quite suddenly.
"Why, yes" she faltered, II remem-
Der that. remember you, too,
only"
"Only whatT
"Td forgotten that your name was
Curtis. / guess I got you mixed with
your younger brother, the one ! taught
in Sunday school. I thought l was
writing to him."
BENNY Benny Is out at camp, but
he has measles Just now. I'm sorry II
I've disappointed you. Perhaps Benny
can come next time"
There was fiat note of hurt In his
voice, rather wistful something in his
eyes as he looked at her.
mo, mol" she exclaimed hastily
I'm not at all disappointed. Tin
glad 1t was you"
And then she blushed at what she
had said, delightful pink blush that
went very well with her springtime
frock.
$50 am l." said Curtis Pratt,
They spent the afternoon together
In the park, and they had supper to
gether at quiet restaurant. More
than once Justine felt the enviou'
eyes Of some other girl fixed upon her
the eyes Of some girl who envied hel
the company of so fine-looking a sol
der; just so had she herself felt OF
so many Sundays past. But now, nov
she felt sorry for them, those othe
girls. For something told her that thli
was only the beginning Of grea
many other Sundays that were t.
come.
"Do you know" said Curtis Pratt
as they walked slowly home to he
boarding house, that have never for
gotten you since that day of the picni
so many years ago. had to leav,
town soon after, for school and col
lege, and l never caught more thai
glimpses Of you In vacations. But w
never forgotten"
Neither have l." she assented soft
ly. THAT is, I've never forgotten tn
boy who fished me out Of the creek
And his name"
AT least, you remembered hi
NAME" Curtis agreed with littl
laugh. Fate didn't let you forget II
and / think she had a reason. May
come again next Sunday7"
Eyes," she agreed happily.
"And the Sunday after?"
YES"
"And the Sunday after that?"
yves, II you still want to-"
"Want tol l guess by that time II
be wanting to come oftener than Sun
day. I'm sure Of It."
"Well," said Justine with a con
science-stricken little sigh, 81 CUES
I've forgotten all about poor Rem!
Give him my best wishes, won't you
Butt don't think he would hav
cared very much for card from hi
Sunday school teacher, anyway, III
horrid, but I'm glad he never got II !