The Chickasha daily express. (Chickasha, Indian Territory [Okla.]) 1899-current, 1919-10-25

were nOlulnS an lnui E861IOn meeting,
at which Ned seemed to have by far
the greatest grievance. They had just
left their English classroom where
the professor had startled them by
announcing the fact that they must
write short story for the next day.
He has no right to do IT," said Ned.
This is n course in critical writing
and not narration"
You're right, old chap" said his
friend Dick, and it sure is harder
to write love story than to toss off
criticism, but / suppose Wen have
to do it,
THANK goodness, he didn't specify
it had TO be love story"
mo, but that's about the easiest,
un'es you write a thrilling adventure
story"
"Well, It's all right TO write about
adventures if you ever had any, but
I'm not going to write lot Of rdicu-
lous lies l couldn't do it anyway
tell YOU Everybody always said had
no more Imagination than a cat"
The next morning in the English
class, instead Of seeing rrowning
and gloomy Ned Barnes, his friends
saw beaming countenance which
still remained beaming when the pro
fessor said I'VE viii begin by reading
Barnes story. And TO an eageriy in
terested audience he read the fol
lowing;
"Ihe train from New Hampshire has
just drawn into Boston as II has n
thousand times before. But today it
is all different for there is one little
passenger who has never seen Boston
or indeed any other city. Her express
sion of eager curiosity and childish
delight attracts us at once. To look
at her sweet and innocent face, one
would never suspect that she was
decciying her poor old aunt In the
belief that she was spending the day
with friend in the next town in
order that she might slip away to the
magic city of Boston for few hours.
Just a few short hours, that was
the only cloud on her horizon; just Il
few short hours, but she dare not
stay longer. But perhaps that would
be long enough and she cutched her
little hand stll 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 II !
Is, but it Is evidently very precious, |
for she is not willing to let go for
minute. We will follow her through |
the station and listen to her timid |
request for information Tie myster.
les of the elevated and subway seem- |
ing to be unfathomable, she decides to !
walk, and Is minutes later she IS
wide-eyed and breathess Surely she |
must be dreaming Such wonderful |
creations never existed outside Of
Fairyland. One IN particular took her
fancy Il was large and droopy and
fluffy, with the dearest little forget
me-nots Did I tell you her eyes were
as blue as the heavens above and her
cheeks as pink as the roses in an old
New England garden. Surely it would
be becoming
With a little nhtter of her heart
and a tighter clasp Of her little hand
on her imprisoned secret, she entered
the shop.
II Boston was new TO her, certainly
she was new to Boston Her fresh
heaur and simplicity aroused the
jadcd 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 hcr heart craved for. but
true TO the eternal feminine, she must
try on every other hat she saw--iust
70 make sure. Finally, after gloRtins
oyer all the wonders She decided on
her first choice When it was pre-.
scnted to her in boy 50 big she could
scarcely carry it. She thanked the
clerk for her Kindness and starred to
20 away
"Wait minute my dear You have
not paid. for 1t yet"
Paid for 1t! Oh thought -"
A look of embarrassment ard then a
deep flush spread over her face. "Oh
I must be IN the wrong store
Slowly, almost regretfully. She open
ed her hand and gave the clerk the
crurnpled paper she had carried for
hours in her hand "Will you tell me
where that store is, please?"
The clerk at first amused and just
MS quickly ashamed of her anuse-
ment, read their own last Sundays
HATS GIVEN AWAY,
Bewilderingly beautiful Charmingly \
simple Daringly dashng Delightfully."- y
lenNre All kinds to suit all tastes
In daze the girl listened to the
,lcrk's gentle and sympathetic ex-
oanat@A Of the wicked city's cxag
serations, bur it is doubtful IL she
understood anything except that she 4
lad lost her hat Completely disillu-
ioued. she left the shop. Two big
ears gathered in her eyes ara blur
ed everything She did not even see
he approaching " &
Just as the story is reaching the