The Leader, enterprise and press. (Fitzgerald, Ga.) 1915-1921, 1920-06-02
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TRIxIE'S STORY
BY AGNES G. eRoeAN


My family had left the welcoming of
the dean and professor IL fathers uni
versity to me. And afte> 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
turbing subject-weIl, 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 am BeatriX.
But | can get away from that by
being TriXip. Leila cant. She just
has to stay pOerlcal all Tie time, but
it sort of suits her. Only of late,
she's been TOO dreamy for anything.
Almost lis bad as father. When
ask a question Leila usually comes
to, with start, as if 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 professors household
Leila started right In having a pro.
lessor 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 II he's professor. I never
saw Professor Bliss.
knew that she had gone twice
to lectures with the dean, but 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
Inc that she must hurry away to see
about some little fancy cakes which
had not come, and would / please
make it pleasant for the dean and
professor when they arrived. And
as sat scowling down the path,
tall, nice looking man came walking
up II. and l changed my frown. to a
smile. "How do you do?" l greeted,
u am Trixie Burrows. Won't you
sit DOWN." The nice looking man did
sit down on the step beside me.
"Where." he asked, with unfiattering
promptness-"is your sister," "Oh!
she'll be back in a little WHILE" l
told him, but If / were you,
wouldn't be so terribly keen about
her. It's no use; she likes the dean.
And when Leila likes a person even
a dry old dean, you can't change her."
The nice man stared
Good heaven!" he exclaimed,
"how do you know that?"
''She told me-" went on calmly
If Leila is my sister, she has caused
quite few young men misery, and
liked this Professor Bliss RICH,
away, and wanted him to know Just
where he stood.
"She told yOu-that she liked-the
dean?" he repeated slowly; 1t seemed
he couldn't get over it.
"She said," breathlessly answered,
shat the dean was the finest man
In the world. but he just wouldn't
go 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 CON-
fort him, lis more than / can see.'
Perhaps" the man replied. ''the
dean may have felt that way about
IT, 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 man
In a white flannel suit came up the
walk. He bowed.
81 am Harry Bliss" the white
suited man announced, land I'm sure
from the resemblance to your sister
that you must be Miss Beatrix. Is
Miss Leila at homer l sat there and
stared at him.
mot Professor Bliss" 1 asked
weakly. "You couldn't be himY'
81 have the courage to be-" the
young man calmly replied, and he sat
down on the step where that other
Professor Bliss had been.
"What," l asked suddenly, "does
Dean Stanford look like-aside from
the CRAVING hair at the templesY
This young man laughed.
aside from the slightly grazing
hair" he replied. "the dean has a
thick quantity brushed straight back
from a smooth forehead. He has
gray, humorous eyes. which neverthe-
less can glance keenly. He is tall,
good locking, likewise rather young"
HE was here" l whispered. II
talked to him."
"Well?" Professor Bliss smiled.
Il told him." | went on, that Leila
likes him." The young man on the
step looked directly into my eyes.
"And does She?" he asked.