Pullman herald. [volume] (Pullman, W.T. [Wash.]) 1888-1989, 1920-07-16
HIS CHOICE
BY JESSIE DOUGLAS.


ty asked scornfully. "Why, her eyes
are blue" she opened her own brown
ones to their widest and gave William
Davey glance through fringed lashes.
Really, a faded blue | think !" And
she paintS-my how that girl paints! ~
why, | thought"
That's all you know about it, then! z"
she answered almost Snappishly. And
Marcia's features aren't a bit regular"
81 went into the library to get
| book | couldn't find and she showed
me just where 1t was In the shelves
smart little thing" he said almost
| to himself
"Of course, if Marcia wants to work
| its all very we'll, hut think a girls
| place is at home; at least a girl Of our
class" she said decisivey.
Then she looked up at William
Davey and said, Aren't you starved?
] am" A dimple thimble deep in her
| curving cheek caught his eye and he
admitted to himself that Kitty was the
prettiest thing he knew.
He watched Kitty's hands as they
flew about the preparations, soft white
hands with pink oval nails. She light
| ed the lamp under the chatting dish and
rang for Sarah. When Sarah came in
to the room bearing a tray that held
cheese and butter and toast and tall
| glasses, Williams eyes were again
| fascinated by the skill and rapidlty
of those soft hands of Kittys as they
stirred the bubbling mess in the chatting
dish.
1t was a delicious rabbit and Kitty
and William laughed and Chartered
but underneath it all William was con-
scious of discomfort that he could
not place.
When he had said good night and
the door had banged after him, Kitty
came back into the sitting room and
threw herself down angrily on the big
couch.
Fool! !" she cried to the pillows,
He's a fool Why doesn't he pro
pose? | wouldn't even think of TAX
ing him if his father didn't own the
Davey mills-Old stupid"
the simple life. After he marries ne
he'll have to give up that room over
a shop on Fairview street and stop
being workman in the mills" Sc
blew out the candles beside the MIR
rOr and climbed the stairs undauntedly.
William Davey, walking home
through the darkness, was thinking If
Kitty--and thinking hard. "Jove, but
she was pretty. A bit Eighty, IL
course, and lots of notions. That about
not working for instance, when ksr
father really needed her help"
He thought of Kitty again suddenly,
when he went into the library few
nights later, returning the book gu
merchants that he had been studying.
He remembered as he handed the book
across the counter to Marcia Haden
that Kitty had said her eyes were fad
ed. Faded? He looked into their
translucent blue depths quite fOrgetful
of what he was doing until he saw
Marcia's cheeks begin to deepen their
rose. Paint?-no, Kitty was mistaken
there, Marcia didn't paint. Funny how
| SlIIS cOulu BeI lllOSS lllHsS "IOHB.
Gould you show me?' he stumbled,
where I'd find the second volume Of
this?"
He followed her into one of the long,
dusky, bOOk-lined abysses while she
pointed ont the book sitting snugly on
its shelf. She reached up to it and as
she did William saw her profile not
| kotV ENtut
a certain something that drew his eyes
back to hers.
II say" he asked, what time do
you get through here?"
"At nine" she smiled; and William
wondered why two such simple words
should sound so charming. as there
anything else / can do for your
Eyes, you can let me walk home with
YOU" he said.
She did not answer ives" or mo"
but when at nine he stood waiting for
her, she smiled demurely up at him.
All the way home he caught glimpses
of her face beneath the lighted street
lamp; and as at last she stood on he-
own doorstep. with the yellow light
| luliilE vi uti, he NOIlutTtu WHY ut
had never noticed her before.
But Ii was Marcia herself who star
tied him.
"Tm leaving here In MONTH" she
said, "Fve been offered much better
position In RockpOrt.' She held out
bare hand and then as he took ii In
his big one she said "Oh, don't please,
don't took M i'll" and drew back the
| roughened little hand.
you see my hands aren't soft be-
cause take care Of the stoves" she
| said.
William suddenly saw another pair
of hands, soft, white with oval pinS
nails; for some reason curious lump
| got in the way of his talking.
Good night" he said at last.
Why was II that that small rouga
hand should come before him again
and again 90 his way home? and