The evening Caledonian. [volume] (St. Johnsbury, Vt.) 1918-1920, 1919-11-18

THE BLUE DRESS
BY BERTHA HERMAN.

every well, If you are going to be
us snobbish as that you can have your
old ring back SO there !" Tossing a
beautiful diamond ring from her, and
with bang Of the porch door May
flew up the stairs to her room. There,
! standing before the mirror, her face
ahame and her eyes wonderfully blue,
| she said:
well I'm glad Of it! Tn glad of it !!
To think l might have married such
mean, unreasonable thing"
The difficulty was the eternal lovers
quarrel. Bob was going away for sew
eral weeks on business trip to De
troit, and had asked May to cancel the
bungalow affair that they had promis-
ed to attend the following week. Now
dad had just given May a new summer
outfit, all the beautiful, soft, silky
things normal girl Graves. In spec
ial evidence was her dear little blue
georgette evening gown, massed in
tulle, in which May looked more like
an ethereal fairy than an ordinary girl.
To give up the thought of wearing that
dress was beyond reason!
B-rrrr-ring The telephone bell
tinkled loudly. In an excited voice
May answered the phone, thinking it
possibly might be Bob. If it were. she
would-no, she wOuldn't-yes, she
would just hang right up!
hello, May! Yes, this is Ida. Ida
Schol. Did you hear what the club
is doing? Didn't you? Oh We're 60
ing to have camp. Yes, with tents
n everything. Yes, out in Maine. Sure
all the girls will be there. You'll come,
too? Great! viii 1 sign up for you?
For the whole month of August. That's
fine. We've only one week to wait.
I'm so excited. Isn't it thrilling"
May hung up, after receiving this
news, and contemplated the result.
Yes, she was glad she gave Bob back
his ring. She wondered If he took It.
She had flung it out on the porch.
He might be fool enough to walk off
and leave it there. Some impulse
prompted her to run out and see If
iilC lliS htlV sum luClt. vi Nbut
he took it. Well, she would go away
to camp and have an exceedingly good
time with the girls and forget him.
He was a mean thing anyway Pos
sibly she might meet some other hero
there. All. romance was stirring with
in her! Wouldn't it be wonderful to
show Bob that she could not be trilled
with.
The first of August found happy
group of effervescent youth at North
station. Weren't they going out to
camp, and weren't they going to have
a wonderful time? One little girl in
pink linen dress and big blue eyes
looked a trife more serious than the
others hut she, too, had the delightful
look of expectancy on her face.
One perfectly incompatible week
full of delightful experiences with
canoes, cameras, campfires, gentlemen
and the like had already slipped by
TO the regret of most of them. To
May, however, 1t seemed as though the
day were made of about - hours and
the week of almost 100 days. Her
thoughts were constantly turning
homeward, and especially TO the scene
on her porch two weeks before Could
she stick 1t out, the four weeks away
from home and him? Did he ever
think of her? Was he going out with
other girls? Should she write to him
and tell him she was sorry? OH
what was she to do!
Another week passed brlmful of
pleasure for Ida, Bess, Hilda and the
rest, but painfully dull for May. The
next evening Ida laid her hand on
Mays shoulder and whispered some
thing in her ear.
as that true?" asked May, new
light suddenly aglow in her eyes.
Eyes, and he didn't even have to go
to Detroit. He hasn't gone out with
anyone, not even the boys, once since
YOU left, and he feels perfectly mis-
cradle. It'll do him good though. He
will appreciate you more when you
get back, although, goodness knows
you were the one who always started
the quarrels."
The morning of the third week
dawned bright and clear. Six o'clock
they all went in for dip. Everyone
was there but May. They called for
her, blew the bugle time and time
again, but no May responded. Drip
ping wet from swimming. they all
rushed into her tent, intending to
awaken her and pull her down to the
stream The bed was empty, but
stuck up In her mirror was a note
which read:
Girls Don't call me gutter. Bob
is lonesome and so am I. Just had to
go back. You know. May"
They knew.
Copyright, 1919, Mcclure Newspaper Syn
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