The Lamar register., 1919-11-12


were holding an Indignation meeting
at which Ned seemed to have by far
The greatest grievance. They had Jusi
left heir English classroom where
the professor had startled them ny
announcing the fact that they musi
write IA short story for the next day.
He has no right 10 do it," said Ned.
This is a course in critical writing
and not LarratiOn."
You're right, old chap" said MS
friend Dick. and it sure is harder
TO write a love story than TO toss on
criticism. but | supsos. We'll have
to do it,
Thank goodness, he didn't specify
it had 70 be love story"
No, but that's about the easiest
unles YOU write a thrilling adventure
story"
We'll, it's all right to write about
adventures II you ever had any, but
I'm not going to write II lot of ridicu-
lous lies. | couldn't do 1t anyway, |
tell you. Everybody always said had
no more Imagination than q cat"
The next morning in the English
and gloomy Ned Barnes. his friend~
saw beaming counienance which
still remained beaming when the pro
fessor said I'VE will begin 10y reading
Barnes story. And To- an eagerly IN
terested audience he read the fol
lowing:
..The train from New Hampshire has
Just drawn into Boston rs il has II
thousand times before. But today II
is nil different for there Is one little
passenger who has never seen Boston
or indeed amy other city. Her expires
sion of eager curiosity and childish
delight attracts MS u once. To look
at her sweet and innocent face. one
would never suspect thai she was
| deceiving her poor old aunt In the
belief that she was spending the day
with a friend In the next town Ia
order that she nIight slip away 10 the
magic city Of Boston for few hours
lust few short hours, that was
the only cloud IN her horizon; Just
few short hours. hut she dare not
stay longer. But perhaps that would
he long enough. and she clutched her
little hand still more closely over
something that she had held in the
| palm of her hand ever since she LEFT
home. We would love TO see what IL
is, but It Is evidently very precious.
| for she is not willing to let go for
q minute. We win follow her through
the station and listen to her timid
request for information. The myster-
les of the elevated and subway seem
ing to he unfathomable. she decides to
walk, and II minutes later she Is
standing before millinery window.
wlde-eyed and brrnihless. Surely she
: must be dreaming. such wonderful
creations never existed outside or
Fairyland. One In particular took her
fancy. II was large and droopy and
nufry, with the dearest little forget
me-nots. Did ! tell you her eyes were
as blue as the heavens above and her
cheeks as pink the roses In an old
New England garden. Surely II would
he becoming.
With n little nutter of her heart
and u tighter clasp Of her little hand
on her Imprisoned secret. she entered
the shop
n Boston was new to her. certainly
she WIS new to Boston. Her fresh
beauty and simplicity aroused the
| jaded interests of even the shop girls
| and they We'd with each other In
waiting on her. First she tried on The
forget-me-not hat in the window. II
| was all that her heart craved for. hut
true TO the eternal feminine. she must
try on every other hat she saw-jusl
| to mike sure. Finally. after glostins
over all the wonders she decided ou
her first choice When II WAS pre-
sented to her in boN 50 big she could
scarcely carry II. she thanked the
clerk for her kindness and started to
go away.
"wait minute. my dear. You have
not paid for II yet"
paid for H., oh. thought -
A look Of embarrassment and then G
deep flush spread over her face. oh
must he in the wrong store"
Slowly. almost regretfully. she open
ed her hand and gave the clerk the
crumpled paper she had carried fol
hours In her hand "will you tell me
where that store is. pleaser''
The clerk. AT first amused, and jus,
as quickly ashamed of her amuse
ment, read their own last Sundays
advertisement.