The Lamar register., 1920-06-09
TRIxlE'S STORY
By AGNES O. sRooAN

sat On the doorstep waiting for
our guests to arrive. and ! was not
In an envisble mood. / can tell you
Ny family had left the welcoming OF
the dean and professor In fathers uni
yerslty TO me. And after living with
father all my young life. and knowing
his absorption TO studious thought
just when you want to talk 10 MIN
about something else-or need shoes.
maybe, and don't dare brohch the dis
turblng subject-well. after living With
father. who Is also d professor, nstu-
rally / hate all others. And so ought
Leila +; but she doesn't Leila is my
older sister; father called US char
acters out Of books and j am BeatriI-
But / can get away from that oy
being Trixis. Leils can't She JUST
has TO stay poeticsl all the time. but
II sort of suits her. Only OF late,
Shes been too dreamy for anything.
Almost as bad as father. When
ask q question Leila usually comes
to. with q start. as II she'd been
of to the North Pole or some place
In her thoughts She attends fathers
Il
thank goodnessi And after all her
experience In q professors household.
Leila started right In having = pro-
fessor come after her evenings to
take her places. And you never can
tell. when you get to going about with
person but that you may marry
him even II he's a professor. 1 never
saw Professor Bliss.
knew that she had gone twice
to lectures with the dean. but 1 never
dreamed that mere intellectually
could 30 win over my sister. This
was the nrst time that father had
Invited the men to dinner. Father
was to be detained At the university.
and Leila. coming downstairs. pretty
and flushed At the last moment, told
me that she must hurry away to see
about some little fancy cakes which
had not come. and would l please
make It pleasant for the dean and
professor when they arrived. And
as I sat scowlins down the path. .
tall. nics looking man came walking
up II, and I changed my frown to q
smile. "How do you dor I greeted.
Il am Trixie Burrows. Won't you
sit DOWN. The nice looking man did
sit down on the step beside me.
Where" he asked. with unfattering
promptness-"is your sisterf' "Oh
she'll be back In q little while" I
told him, but II were you. !
wouldn't be 20 terribly keen about
her. It's no use: she likes the dean.
And when Leila likes q person even
9 dry old dean. you can't change her"
The nice man stared.
Good heaven" he exclaimed.
how do roe know thatr'
'She told me-" l went on calmly.
II Leila ls my sister. she has caused
quite u few young men misery. and
liked this Professor Bliss right
away. and wanted him to know just
where he stood.
''She told you-that she liked-the
deanf' he repeated slowly: II seemed
he couldn't get over 1t.
'She said" 1 breathiessly answered.
that the dean was the finest man
In the world. but he just wouldn't
90 with her-pay her attention. you
know-and Professor Bliss-would
keep on doing 1t. How Leila can care
for a tiresome dean" ! added to com
fort him. ''is more than ! can see.'
Perhaps" the man replied. "the
dean may have felt that way about
1t, himself"
where did you say your sister had
goneT' he asked. II might run my
car out and bring her back" So l
told him; and right on his departing
heels, as II were. another young man
In q white flannel suit came up the
walk. He bowed
Il am Harry Bliss" the white
suited man announced. and Im sure
from the resemblance to your sister
that you must be Miss Beatrix. Is
Miss Leila at homer l sat there and
stared at him.
Not Professor Blissr' asked
weakly You couldn't be himT'
II have the courage to be-" the
young man calmly replied. and he sat
down on the step where that other
Professor Bliss had been
What" | asked suddenly. does
Dean stanford look like-aside from
the graying hair at the tsmplesT"
This young man laughed.
Aside from the slightly raying
hair" he replied. the dean has u