The Emmett index. [volume] (Emmett, Idaho) 1893-1925, 1919-09-11
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~ MARY c. BaIoos.

flushed and bright-eyed from her brisk
walk home from the French Class.
Az Constance sat before the fire her
thoughts Few forward to the coming
dance to be given Ia honor Of Dick
"oyer there" and then backward to
her last meeting with Dick.
II was the night before he had left
for camp and her mother was giving
| party In honor Of Constance's eight
eenth birthday. Early 10 the evening
Dick had drawn her aside and told her
that he wished 10 leave the party
enrly In order TO spend as much time
as possible with his mother, but asked
her permission TO come again before
he left. There WAS certain closeness
TO HIS hand-clasp, and In his eyes. as
he gazed into hers. there was pc
culiar intensity that left her startled
and tingling to her finger tips, happy
but too brea;hless to speak.
And then. Ia the midst OF this par
adise, Jack H came to claim her
for the next dance. Relieved at any
OF color rising to her face, she quickly
swung Into the fox trot with Jack. but
not before she saw the look Of hurt
disappointment In Dicks eyes. This
WAS the look that had haunted Com
stance for over a year now, for DICK
did not come back after the party nor
had she ever seen or heard from him
since. Why had ne not writteni Sure
ly he must have seen that she had left |
him for the dance with Jack only to |
cover her confusion. But the fact re-
malned--he had not cared enough for |
her to even write. And Constance
wiped tear OF despair from her eyes.
Then she recalled how a certain pic
tpre OF herself had disappeared from
the library table that night, and how
they never had been able to find It az
terward. At first she had almost dared
to hope that Dick had taken 1t, but
common sense told her that man who
went soldering could not carry 10
inch, full-length portrait concealed
about his person, no matter how much
he loved the girl: ana besides, Dick APP
parently did not care and had forgot
ten her.
The night Of the dance came and
Constance had never been more daz-
zling and brilliant. She had deter
mined to be the perfect butterfly II
only to show Dick c. how indiffer-
cnt she was to his lack Of attention ,
that year OF absence, and her merry
laughter and gay French repartee,
wonderful recommendations for the
little French professor, made her the .
belle Of the ball. !
II was not until late In the evening q
hat Dick was able to secure . dance
With her. and then. when the dance Y
vas half over. utterly obllylous Of her ?
graciousness in allowing him whole Y
lance. he led her from the ballroom <
,ut to the cool yeranda.
do you know why ! asked you to 7
,oms out here where we can talkf' he |,
whispered as soon as they were alone.
Once more Constance felt the same S
mptiness In the region where her
ungs ought to be. although she could
Iear herself fairly wheeling. Once c,
more she was struck dumb, though all t
orts OF bright French retorts chased
through her mind, but refused TO cross r
er lips, she gave one big stlfled u
asp, however. MS Dick continued. =,
ITS because you're the only girl I've n
net this evening who hasn't made me c,
'ant to duck for my little French die p
ionary. When a chaps been hearing p,
nd only half understanding a foreign la
,nguage for over year. you've no 81
lea how good It seems to hear his q
,other tongue spoken by 4 familiar ~
dice. ID
Besides he continued. II want to g,
aturn this to It's proper owner. al eli
lough | must apologize for Its condi- pl
on" aud he drew from his pocket is
nall, beautifully chased gold frame, IN
II small picture OF herself re
At from the one long missing from her a; ~
brary table. Pointing to an ugly bull a -,
/ scar ON the frame he continued NO
lrriedly: en-
"0nee this little frame saved my W.
fe." and he showed her where the IN,
lllet still lodged. "And many other m
mes this sweet face and the thought en-
her at home saved me from much
orse. Constance. l had intended to
X for the subject Of this little picture
fore | went away, but my foolish Ia
alousy sealed my lips. Now I'm re- go
rning the picture. may | not claim a n'
e orginal7" NJ
At last Constance found her voice. ter
ID the words that she spoke were sea
'ench, not the brilliant repartce she tiv
d practiced, but little three-word raj
ntence she learned In her nrst les tht
u. This time Dick felt no inclination an
duck for his dictionary; he reached vi,
r her hands instead. and as he drew
r close the smile that he gave her 40,
FL that II the same In all languages II
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