Grand Forks herald. [volume] (Grand Forks, N.D.) 1916-1955, 1919-07-21

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wal, 1 reckon Joe thinks the long
est way round Is the shortest way
home," declared the old stager. Joe
never did like them .cod-dsh swells-
but how do you count fer the style o.
that gal? She want like her dad one
little BIT"
"oh. she's ben 10 coolidge I 'spose."
declared the youth. They get all
that ofr'n collidge."
Serves the old mar right fer send
IN his gal to a fool collidge when she
ought to a ben home learnin' to
house-keep. I hope she gifts of with
her young man all right" said q grim
Old lounger, and a cackle of laughter
Went round the group, which present
~ broke UP, for this had been a
strenuous day and all felt their need
OF rest; besides they wanted to get
nome and tell the news before some
got ahead Of them.
All this. time Celia and Gordon
were touring Milton. serenely uncon-
scious OF danger near, or guardian
angel of the name of Joe.
Investigation disclosed the fact that
there was a train for Pittsburgh about
three in the afternoon. Gordon sent
a code telegram to his chief, assuring
him Of the safety of the message, and
OF HIS w intention to proceed to
Washington as fast as steam could
carry him. Then he took the girl to
a restaurant, where they mounted two
high stools. and partook with an UNI
usually ravenous appetite Of nearly
everything on the menu-corn soup,
roast beef. baked trout, stewed to-
matoes, cold slaw, custard, apple, and
mince pies, with a cup Of good coun-
try coffee and real cream-all for
twenty-five cents apie0e.
1t was a very merry meal. Celia
felt somehow as If for the time all
memory of the past had been taken
from her, and she were free to think
and act happily in the present, with
out any great problems to solve or
decisions to make. Just two young
We're, at least until that afternoon
train came.
After their dinner, they took a
short walk to a tiny park where two
white ducks disported themselves on
a seven-by-nine pond. spanned by a
rustic bridge where lovers had cut
their initials. Gordon took out his
knife and idly cut c. H. in the rough
bark of the upper rail. while his COM
panion sat on the little board seat and
watched him. She waspondering over
the fact that he had cut her initials,
and not his own. It would have been
like the George of old to cut his own
and never once think Of hers. And
he had put one H. Probably he
thought of her now as Celia Hayne,
without the Hathaway, or else he was
so used to writing her name Celia
Hathaway, that he was o thinking
at all.
Those letters! How they haunted
her n clouded every bright expert
ence that she fam would have grasp
ed and held for a little hour.
They were silent now. while he
worked and she thought. He had
finished the c. H., and was cutting
another c, but instead of making an
other H, he carefully carved out the
Who was c. g.? Oh, how stupid!
George, of course. He had started a c
by mistake. But he did not add the
expected H. Instead he snapped his
knife shut, laid his hand over the
carving, M leaned over the rail.
Some time, perhaps. we'll come
here again, and remember" he said,
and then b%ethought him that he had
no right to hope for anySsuch ami
versary.
obi" She looked up into his eyes,
startled, troubled. the haunting of her
fears in the shadows of the blue.
He looked down into them and read
her trouble, read and understood, and
looked back his great desire to COM
fort her.
His look carried further than he
meant 1t should. For the third time
that a a thrill Of wonder and de-
light passed e her and left her