The Jasper weekly courier. [volume] (Jasper, Ind.) 1858-1922, 1920-06-11

called on Ethel Marbrldge and IL 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. Ny throat won't
permit me TO do any telephoning. so
I'll have TO ask you again TO call up
Ethel Marbridge and tell her we'll be
over about 2 o'clock this afternoon"
Dale was sitting in the room, smok
Ing and reading the morning paper.
For q moment Marjorie tried to con-
tain herself. She was vaguely con-
scious OF wanting TO avoid showing
what little temper she had when
aroused. But restraint went flying at
this second instance of brotherly blind
ness.
I'll not do anything of the sort,
Harry. I'm sorry. but-well, l 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: 81 won't give
that girl chance TO laugh at me. I'm
sure she knows how I've been looking
forward TO Mr.. Dale's-"
Her sentence won't unfinished. With
a quick glance at Dale and little
cry of confusion she rushed from the
room In tears.
"Well, III be hanged" remarked
Brother Harry, stunned II never
saw her act like that before always
thought she was blushing violet. AL
ice" he said 10 his older sister. who
had just entered. whats the matter
with Madge? / just asked her to
phone TO Ethel MGrbridge, 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 1t be
that. BY George, I'll bet that's 1t :"
"Of course that's it," said the shrewd
and observant Alice. "Only a blind
and stupid brother would have failed
to notice 1t. Why, she's been moon
ing over Mr. Dale's picture ever since
the annual came"
y,
ing. ~ have to go up to my room for
something"
But Dale did not reach his room. 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 1t was Marjorie. He
hesitated moment and then went in.
Don't cry, please, Marjorie" said
Jerry. He felt 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 confess
sion of what Dale meant to her.
"Please leave me. I'm crying about
something else,'' said Marjorie in a
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"
81 guess l can cry If | want to.
phone to Miss Marbrldge.'
To the uninitiated Jerry this exhibit
ton of perverSe feminine psychology
was a puzzier. Hadn't her protests
to Brother Harry meant anything?
Why had she refused TO telephone in
the first place? Girls were funny and
variable, thought Jerry Dale.
Marjorie brushed past him and
started for the telephone at the other
end of the hall. She had given the
number when Jerry still demonstrate
ing, reached her side. His pleadings
on telephoning, cost what it would to
her heart.
She was sure she hated Dale as
much as she hated her brother and
| the world in general that fine April
morning. What right had Dale to
overhear her impulsive revelation of
his significance in her thoughts!
Hello. Is this Ethel Marbridge?
asked Marjorie in her sweetest voice
This is Marjorie Brown" She was
on the point of delivering her brothers
message when a strong hand was
placed over her lips and another took
the receiver away from her ear. She
was held in Jerry's arm away from the
telephone.
Hello" said Jerry into the trans
mitter. This is Mr.. Dale. We asked
Marjorie TO call your number for us
Harry can't whisper over the phone
so he wants me TO tell you that we
can't come over this afternoon. Sorry
There were a few perfunctory re-
marks and Jerry hung up. Now, Mar
jorie, do you understand why I'm
not going over TO Miss Marbridge'S
| this afternoon? Because I'd rather
spend the afternoon with you. Madge
look - He took from his pocket little
photograph of Madge.
I've carried this in my pocket FOL
months. Harry missed it from his
dresser. but he never guessed that his
roommate had appropriated the picture
of his pretty sister. We can tell him
now And we can tell him that Il
like you very much, Madge!"
Marjorie was having a hard tins
| making her Inns sion their trembling