Iron County register. [volume] (Ironton, Iron County, Mo.) 1867-1965, 1920-06-03

tnougnl Dale nad neIu ner nanO III inc
station with something of significance
In his clasp. Tears came into her
eyes at the thought.
That evening Dale and her brother
called on Ethel Marbridge and 1t was
10 o'clock the next morning when Mar
jorie saw them again.
"Madge," said Brother Harry In a
husky whisper, you'll have to act as
our social secretary. My throat won't
permit MI to do any telephoning, so
I'll have to ask you again to call up
Ethel Marbridge and tell her well be
over about 2 o'clock this afternoon"
Dale was sitting in the room, smOk-
ing and reading the morning paper.
For a moment Marjorie tried to con
tain hei -elf. She was vaguely con-
scious OF wanting to avoid showing
what a little temper she had when
aroused. But restraint went flying at
this second instance of brotherly blind
ness.
"Ill not do anything of the sort,
Harry. I'm sorry, but-well, I don't
like Ethel Marbridge and I'll not tele-
phone to her." She forgot for an an
gered instant Dale's presence in the
room and went on: Il won't give
that girl a chance to laugh at me. I'm
sure she knows how I've been looking
forward to Mr.. Dale's-"
Her sentence went unfinished. With
a quick glance at Dale and a little
cry Of confusion she rushed from the
room in tears.
swell I'll be hanged" remarked
Brother Harry, stunned. 81 never
saw her act like that before. | always
thought she was a blushing violet. AL
ice" he said to his older sister, who
had just entered, whats the matter
with Madge? l just asked her to
phone to Ethel Marbridge, and she
fatty refused. Flew into a rage and
said something, to the accompaniment
of flashing eyes, about having looked
forward to Jerry's visit. Can it be
that. By George, I'll bet that's i'll"
"Of course that's it." said the shrewd
and observant Alice. "Only a blind
and stupid brother would have failed
to notice it. Why, she's been moon
ing wei Mr.. Dale's picture ever since
the annual came"
"Excuse me, please" said Jerry, ris-
ing, n have to go up to my room for
something"
But Dale did not reach his Dom On
the way to his room he had to pass a
little alcove on the second floor, and
from that alcove he heard sounds of
crying. He knew it was Marjorie. He
hesitated a moment and then went in
Don't cry, please, Marjorie" said
Jerry. He felt a great desire to com,
fort her. However, Jerry had had
very little experience with girl psy'
chology, so his resolution went to bits
when at his first words of attempted
comfort Marjorie turned on him, eyes
blazing, and all Inundated at the re
%membrance of her half-uttered confes
sion of what Dale meant to her.
"Please leave me. I'm crying abou'
something else," said Marjorie in {
denial that was the best confession
/, II don't care what you're crying
about" said Jerry. "Don't cry at all
II don't like to see you cry"
II guess I can cry if I want to
Please let me pass. I want to tele
phone to Miss Marbridge."
To the uninitiated Jerry this exhibi
. ton of perverse feminine p%sycholog.
was a puzzler. Hadn't her protests
to Brother Harry meant anything
Why had she refused to telephone il
: the first place? Girls were funny ant
variable, thought Jerry Dale.
r Marjorie brushed past him an
started for the telephone at the othe
end of the hall. She had given tn
: number when Jerry, still remonstrat
, ing, reached her side. His pleading
were of no avail. Marjorie was ben
on s%telephoning, cost what it would t
her heart.
+ She was sure she hated Dale a
much as she hated her brother an
5 the world in general that fine Apr
morning. What right had Dale t
overhear her impulsive revelation Q
his significance in her thoughts!
h "Hellol Is this Ethel Marbridge?
asked Marjorie in her sweetest voice
'@This is Marjorie Brown" She wa
$ on the point of delivering her brother
message when a strong hand wa
d placed over her lips and another too
v the receiver away from her ear. Sh
was held in Jerry's arm away from tn
4 telephone.
v "Hello," said Jerry into the tran:
r mitter. "This is Mr.. Dale. We aske
Marjorie to call your number for u
q Harry can't whisper over the 'phon
so he wants me to tell you that W
q can't come over this afternoon. Sorry,
There were ia few p~erfunctory RI
!, marks and Jerry hung up. "Now, Ma
jorie, do you understand why II
= not going over to Miss Marbridge
- this afternoon? Because I'd rattle
spend the afternoon with you. Madg
= look! !" He took from his pocket a littl
y photograph of Madge.
"Tve carried this in my pocket Il
. months. Harry missed it from h
dresser. but he never guessed that h