The Yale expositor. (Yale, St. Clair County, Mich.) 1894-current, 1920-01-15


The greatest grievance. They had just
left their English classroom where
the professor had startled them by
announcing the fact that they must
write n short story for the next day.
"He has no right To do it," said Ned.
"I'his is course in critical writing
and not narration"
you're right. old chap" said his
friend Dick. land II sure is harder
10 write love story than to toss OF
II criticism. but | suppose we'll have
to do IT,"
"1'llank goodness. he didn't specify
il had 10 be love story"
no, hui that's about the easiest.
unes you write thrilling adventure
story"
well. it's all right To write about
adventures If YOU ever had any. but
I'm not going to write u lot Of. ridicu-
lous lies. | conldn't do it anyway.
tell you. Everybody always said | had
no more imagination than cat"
The next morning in the English
class, instead of seeing frOwning
and gloomy Ned Barnes. his friends
saw beaming cOunienancc which
still remained bealning when t'r pro
fcSSor said 1--WE will begin by reading
Barnes story. And To an eagerly in
terested audience he read the fol
lowing:
THE train from New Hampshire has
just drawn into Boston as it has II
thousand times before. BUT today II
is all different for there is one little
passenger who has never seen Boston.
or indeed any other city. Her expires
sion of eager curiosity and childish
delight attracts MS at once. To look
Mt her sweet and innocent face. ore
would never suspect that she was
deceiving her poor old aunt in the
belief that she was spending the day
with friend i'm the next town in
order that she might slip away to the
magic city of Boston for few hours.
Just 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
he long enough. and she clutched her
little hand still more closely over
something that she had held i'm the
palm of her hand ever since she left
home. We would love TO see what II
is. hut it is evidently very precious,
for she is not willing to let go for
a minute. We will follow her through
the station and listen to her timid
request for information. The myster'
les OF the elevated and subway seem
ing 10 he unfathomable, she decides 10
walk. and IL minutes later she is
standing before millinery window
wide-eyed and breathless. Surely she
must he dreaming. Such wonderful
creations never existed outside OF
Fairyland. One in particular took her
fancy. 1t was large and droopy and
fluffy, with the dearest little forget
me-nots. Did tell you her eyes were
as blue as the heavens above and hei
cheeks as pink as the roses in an old
New England garden. Surely 1t would
be becoming.
With a little flutter 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
beauty and simplicity aroused the
faded interests of even the shop giT'
and they We'd with each other IN
waiting on her. First she tried on the
forget-me-not hat in the window. II
wns all that her heart craved for, but
true TO the eternal feminine, she muf'
try on every other hat she saw-jur'
to make sure. Finally, after gloatini
over all the wonders she decided on
her first choice When II was pre-
sented 10 her in box so big she could
scarcely carry IT, she thanked the
clerk for her kindness and started to
20 away.
"wait a minute, my dear You have
not paid for It yet"
"Paid for it! oh, I thought -'
A look of embarrassment and then q
deep flush spread over her face. "Oh
] must be in the wrong store"
Slowly, almost regretfully, she open
ed her hand and gave the clerk the
crumpled 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
as quickly ashamed OF her amuse.
ment, read their own last Sundays
advertisement,
HATS GIVEN AWAY,
Bewilderingly beautiful. Charmingly
simple. Daringly dashing. Delightfully."-
demure. All kinds to suit all tastes.
In daze the girl listened TO the
clerks gentle and sympathetic ex-
PLANTATION Of the wicked ciV's exag-
gerations, but IL is doubtful IL she
understood anything except that she
had lost her hat. Completely disillu.
stoned, she left the shop. Two big
tears gathered in her eyes and blur
red everything. She did not even see
the approaching -
Just as the story Is reaching the
interesting part, the professor Is
called away for few minutes. A
storm OF ordinations greet Ned,