The herald. [volume] (New Orleans, La.) 1905-1953, 1919-09-25
MILLY'S TANTRUM
BY J. S. BROOKS

paper Syndicate)
She stood there before him like an
avenging angel. She ignored the ad-
miration cleaning from his honest
gray eyes.
Then catching sight of his good
natured smile, she snapped:
Il just hate people that never get
angry-just smile, smile"
That remark deepened the smile on
Neil Burnson's CHEEKY face.
But Milly, if you knew how exas-
peratingly pretty you look in one of
your, him !--tantrums. II you keep
on"
'"Tantrums! it's honest to goodness
disgust and indifference to any flattery
you give me-"
LAS l was saying" resumed the i'm
perturbable youth, "if you don't stop
looking so aggravatingIy charming,
why, l shall be compelled to take you
in my arms"
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:
! = 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"
/ Then the fellow that never got
mad" said hastily:
See here, young lady, the next time
1 order any flowers for you, you'll wear
them. And when you want that ring.
you'll ask for it. GoOd-by."
| And Neil was off. He didn't see The
girls face pale, he was too angry to
catch sight of her outstretched arms.
Why Milly Clayton should drop into
a 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.
A picture the girl made in her SHIN.
mering party dress of pale green. II
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 pat to the silky folds of
her Dress then looked at the clock.
Eight o'clock, and no flowers have
come! And I've patronized that florist
for so long time. I'll just leave him."
she 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 mo
r-ring. But girl can't wear every
thing" she argued inwardly. "Oh, II
seems $3.50 lonesome-my ring and
him gone"
She looked in her mirror and began
to study the radiant reflection in it.
Perhaps l was toe quick, and child
ish-per- haps-I-was," she drawled.
'If I'm old enough to be a society
woman, Tn old enough to have little
patience with Neil. He's such q boy!
Besides, do miss my ring and him."
A loud peal at the doorbell startled |
her.
There's the flowers. I'll go myself"
She tripped down the stairs, and |
turned to open the door, and there |
stood Neil with box of flowers
The girls face lighted unconsciously. |
The young mans heart beat faster.
why, Neil Burnson, didn't l tell |
you not tO-engage-"
Neil threw out his hand.
when a young lady, ones own |
fiancee, "-MilIy's head lifted defiautly |
me on the telephone to bring !
her flowers early, 1 obey" He ended |
with low bow.
"But telephoned to the florist" ex-
planned Milly.
your numbers got mixed. So here l 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.
Her companion produced from his
pocket little figure of Cupid, which
he placed on top Of the telephone COW
ering.
The girl with troubled eyes still
gazed streetward.
Neil next took the ring and hung 1t
on the tip of Cupids arrow. Then he
called:
Come Milly, look at your lovely
aowers. 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 It SOw And she eagerly