Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1919-01-30
THE DAILY NOVELETTE,
BROWN EYES VS.. BLUE
BY Kathryn NJ. Haselfinc
CONTINUED TOMORROW

LOBBY DEAN cautiously poked a
ID small freckled face round the kitchen
door. "Babs in one Of her tantrums.
and how will ever do it?" said Bobby,
once more looking in the door. Chloe
Dean, his pretty sister, was vehemently
washing dishes, but this was not what
alarmed Bobby. She had been cross
ever since her last letter from Lieuten-
ant 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 1t up she caught sight of
Bobby, who was uncertain whether to
retreat or not. We'll" she said an
grily. what are you standing there
staring at mo for?'
"Aw," said Bobby, "I'm sorry, Sis,
but | got this letter ycster----"
Bobby Dean" Indignantly demand
cd his sister. "Do you mean TO say
that you've had a letter for me in your
pocket? Give it to me. -
Bobby hastily produced n long white
envelope. with a red triangle on 1t, and
passed II 10 Nor. 'gll-uF 'i'll'u ~ f''i'
as she scanned the contents a crimson
flush stole into her checks, and when
she read the last sentence her blue eyes
flashed.
I'VE will arrive Friday. Be ready
for us, Bah"
She saw il was headed New York
and dated two days before At the
p.a bar foot nd
passages from his other letters came to
her:
Il have just met the prettest little
French girl. Really, Chloe, she has the
most wonderful brown eyes | have eyer
seen; al, the boys are wild over her.
Then followed a long and glowing ac-
count 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 bewtching 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 because she
did care she wept anew and tore the
letter to bits.
II chloe was pretty when in a good
hurnor, she was doubly Sc Ho". Her
cheeks. which usually were paie, were
as pink as one Of the MarchioneSs roses
uudding by the window ana her dtep
blue eyes, shaded by long iaShcs, we're
almost black She wore Il dress or dull
blue which enhanced the blue of her
eyes and brought out the golden CLEANS
in her hair.
Wping away the 'elltale tears. she
suatphrd the broom and began to sweep
vigorously, suddenly a dark shadow
fell across the kitchen moor and, look
ing up chloe saw Il tall khak!-clad
form standing in the door with arms
who said in ardent tones,
"Chioc :"
She dropped the broom and ran
toward him with a radiant smile-thN
she suddenly drew back, and. lifting
her head high. extended her hand ana
said stAy, Good morning, Lieutenant
Rogers"
Chloe, :" calculated that young man,
What's up?'
the red danger signals came again
into her cheeks and she stamped
small foot and said emphatically, I'm
not YOUR sweetheart" and turned away:
He stood for a moment in surprise and
perplexity, then said pleadingly,, What
have done, dear, that you should treat
me this way"
"Donc?" angrily questioned Chloe,
Done enough j should say Go back TO
your pretty brown-eyed French girl"
Suddenly enlightenment flashed across
the face Of Lieutenant Rogers, and his
eyes began to twinkle. He stepped TO
the door and called, Marie Therese!"
and tiny girl came running to the
doorway, her eyes were large and brown,
her duslty hair fell in long ringlets,
"Oui, Monsieur" she said to Lieutenant
Rogers.
gazing out the window.
Miss Dean" he said in a voice, IN
which he could not keep the laughter out,
~ wish 10 Introduce you to my little
French sweetheart, Marie Theyese ="
Chloe slowly turned around and saw
q pair Of melting brown eyes smiling
shyly into h"r stormy blue ones. Then
she stopped aud gathered the child into
her arms. and a certain Lieutenant
Rogers, OF the L. s. A, was completely
ignored.
At last in desperation he pulled one
Of Marie Therese's curls and said cas-
ually, II see some very pretty roses out
in tho garden. Why don't you pick
some?"
Lies roses" asked the child, and ran
out.
Can hour laterD
we might adopt her -" began
Chloe, then bluShed rosily and stopped.
sure thng" !" Joyfully agreed Lieu
tenant Rogers.
The neat complete novelette-A Box
" Sweets.