Abbeville progress. (Abbeville, Vermilion Parish, La.) 1913-1944, 1920-01-31
CAPITAL BLUNDERS
BY BERNICE CONE.


s, shrugged into her yellow sweater
and went out, locking the door of the
empty school house after her. She had
always loved yellow. II was. she said.
the color of spring sunshine and daffo-
dis. Unfortunately it was also the coli
or Of slip of paper that rustled hate
fully in the sweater pocket as she
walked-a telegram from Phil Drew.
Due in New York Monday, 10 a. m,
Bride with me-" II announced cheer
fully.
Pride with me" had resolved itself
into a maddening refrain. Everything
that she did kept time to II.
The road from the schoolhouse to her
home was an unfrequented one. A
little way down 1t stood a great red
oak tree. Bob was waiting there as
usual. Quite suddenly Mazda threw
her arms around his neck and sur
prised herself by sobbing her heart out
against his tan coat. "Woof" said
the collie huskiIy; "Woof"
1.-THE worst of IT is, Bob" said the
girl. sitting UP at length, 81 haven't
the right to feel this way. even. Just
because you've gone with a fellow all
through high school doesn't mike you
engaged to him. And II he enlists and
goes across the water. and you knit
for him, and pray for him. and write
To him, and he writes to you, and you
send him candy and cigarettes and
kIf,nn0 ha oapdo Cntvnnirc
and-and-why. you haven't any call
to resent Il II he gets married. have
you? And there's no reason at all why
you should get bitter over it,"
"And. Bob" continued the dogs mis-
tress earnestly, eff you've SO far for
gotten your human nature as TO he too
frankly happy when the letters came.
and too openly puffed up over the SOU
venirs. why. then. you must expect
Brookville to smile little. and pry
little. and pity you some when you
receive a telegram like this.
$50 Wen be awfully nice to Mr.. and
Mrs. Philip Drew. but not too nice, or
Brookville Will know how we iceland
that's one thing, Bob: Brookville may
gress that we feel badly. but it's never
going to know absolutely certain sure.
Come on, boy; let's be happyl Race
youl"
With brave little attempt at laugh
fo- f-an, rA-i-s------a--s- s-s----- --ssa--,
Bob they were OF.
On Monday afternoon, as the teacher
OF No. 5 again reached for her yellow
sweater, shadow fell across the
schoolhouse floor She looked up
quickly. Phil Drew's six feet filed the
door frame. The sunlight back Of him
gave TO his figure the illusion Of
statue done in bronze. Maida's heart
began TO beat glad welcome that was
as quickly drowned in the refrain.
"Bride with me-"
She held out her hand formally.
"Phil Drew" she exclaimed. with a
smile and what she considered the
proper amount Of polite interest. I'm
so glad to see you back againw
The bronze statue bllnked In amazed
chagrin, Didn't you get my telegram"
II demanded.
"Of course. II was so thoughtful
OF you to let me know just when you
were coming. I want to congratulate
you," she continued sweetly. ut will
give me great deal Of pleasure to
meet Mrs. Drew"
"Huh" inquired the bronze one, too
dazed for elegance Of speech.
I'm looking forward to meeting Mrs.
Drew" MAZDA repeated. slightly pr1z-
zled in her turn. "Your-your telegram
.snid--"
rupted Phil. 81 hoped you'd meet me-"
"Why--" she faltered. IL didn't
think you would want me TO-"
Phil frowned. look here. Mazda"
h. protested. II don't know what you're
driving at. but you don't seem over
joycd To see me. that's sure. II there's
someone else, why don't you say so,
and not"
NO" said Mazda with the tragic
fnality of eighteen. "there will never
be anyone else for me-"
Lieutenant Philip Drew seized hun
grily upon this assurance. and would !
have seized hunCrily upon MAZDA hut |
that lady Indignantly pushed him |
away. Her eyes blazed angrily, but
there Was q hint of tears in her voice.
81 think you're the funny one" she
said. thrustlng the Telegram into his |
hands "to send me This, and then come |
here and pretend"
"Ha. ha!" vociferated Lieutenant |
Phil when he read the message. THAT'S /,
rich.-'Bride with. Say. grille. did !
you honestly think-why that's Tom |
Pride-you know. ] wrote you about
him. my buddy-he's over nt the house
now came home with me--best fellow |
that ever lived. Just little mistake
ir capital. that's all. Bride with
No, sweetheart. I had TO come home to
&c, one Of those"
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