The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1920-04-23
TRixIE'S STORY
BY AGNES q. sRooAN

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Copyright. 1920. Western Newspaper Union.)
sat on the doorstep waiting for
our guests to arrive. and was not
N an enviable mood, l can tell you.
Ny family had left the welcoming of
The dean and professor In fathers uni
sersity to me. And after living with
father all my young life. and knowing
his absorption to studious thought
Just when you want to talk to him
about something else-or need shoes,
maybe, and don't dare breach the dis
urbing subject-well, after living with
father, who is also a professor, natu-
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 i am Beatrix.
But / can get away from that Dy
being Trixie. Leila can't. she just
has to stay poetical all the time, but
It sort of suits her. Only OF late,
she's been too dreamy for anything.
Almost as bad as father. When
ask a question Leila usually comes
to, with start, as II she'd been
off to the North Pole or some place
In her thoughts. She attends fathers
university. I'm not old enough yet,
thank goodness! And after all her
experience in a professors household,
Leila started right In having a 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 IL he's q professor. / never
saw Professor Bliss.
/ knew that she had gone twice
to lectures with the dean, but l never
dreamed that mere intellectually"
could so win over my sister. This
was the first 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, sand would l please
make it pleasant for the dean and
professor when they arrived. And
as / sat scowling down the path. a
tall, nice looking man came walking
up it, and l changed my frown to a
smile. "How do you do?" l greeted,
II am Trixie Burrows. Won't you
sit DOWN." The nice looking man did
sit down on the step beside me.
Where" he asked, with unflattering
promptness-'is your slsterT "Oh
she'll be back In a little WHILE" l
told him, "but If l were you, l
wouldn't be so terribly keen about
her. It's no use; she likes the dean.
And when Leila likes person even
a dry old dean, you can't change her"
The nice man stared.
"Good heaven J" he exclaimed.
"how do you know thatT'
"She told me-" 1 went on calmly,
If Leila Is my sister, she has caused
quite a 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
deanT he repeated slowly; 1t seemed
he couldn't get over it.
"She said," breathlessly answered
"that the dean was the finest man
in the world, but he just wouldn't
60 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, SIS 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
goneY' he asked. II might run my
car out and bring her back" SO
told him; and right on his departing
heels, as it were, another young mar
In a white flannel suit came up the
walk. He bowed.
II am Harry Bliss" the white
suited man announced, "and I'm sure
from the resemblance to your sister
tndt yOu must Dc MISC DCatAiA. As
Miss Leila at homer sat there and
stared at him.
"Not Professor BlissT I asked
weakly. "You couldn't be himT
II have the courage to be-" the
young man calmly replied, and he sal
down on the step where that Other
Professor Bliss had been.
"What," asked suddenly, docs
Dean Stanford look like-aside from
the grazing hair at the templesT
This young man laughed.
aside from the slightly grazing
hair" he replied, "the dean has {
thick quantity brushed straight bach
from smooth forehead. He ha.
gray, humorous eyes, which neverthe.
less can glance keenly. He is tall
good looking, likewise rather young
HE was here" whispered. e
talked to him."
"WellT Professor Bliss smiled.
II told him." / went on, '"that Len,
likes him." The young man on thu
step looked directly into my eyes
"And does sher' he asked.
nodded. Professor Bliss laughed