Wauwatosa news. [volume] (Wauwatosa, Wis.) 1900-1948, 1920-11-26
The
Wrong Envelope
BY JESSIE DOUGLAS

row where they shone like so many
lfideseent soap bubbles. Mechan-
ieaily she put the silver into the wire
trainer next to them and then forgot
ohat there was such thing as dish
washing.
If | only had the-courage," she
said aloud.
she looked out through the low
kitchen window to the hollyhocks that
stirred family in the morning breeze.
past them to the blue line of hills and
far Off to a puff of cloud. feather
white on old Sugar Loaf.
I'll do itw she dared herself.
Then she came back to the dish
washing and went on swiftly with
quick, sure strokes until the white
Kitchen was shining with scrubbed
table and swept floor and plates all
| in a row.
She Shisked through the work this
morning Lutil at last with a sigh of
relief she toOk up her bottle of ink,
her stub zen and her very best writ
Ing paper. On the stone step at the
kitchen door she sat down, safe from
interruption.
For long time she bit her pen and
sought for her first sentence until,
forgetful of her purpose, she sat there
looking into pleasant past and flu
ture that might be roseate.
She remembered the first time she
had met Dickey. She was carrying
the butter home from the Spring farm
and he had come swiftly up behind
| her and asked if he might take it for
her. She could still see the frank
smile in his blue eyes and the way
he tossed back his head to keep that
one lock of hair out of his eyes.
Somehow they had found something
to laugh at that very first minute and
she had been delighted in his hearty
chuckle. They had stopped over the
spring after they had gone a mile
and Dickey had scooped the clear, icy
water up in his curved palms for her
to drink.
Gould she ever forget the way his
| laughing blue eyes had looked down
into her dark ones; or how he had
taken her hand in his big calloused
one and led her across the slippery
stones of the brook, for the shortcut
| homer
They had been friends ever since
that morning-frfends in varying
stages of friendship. They had quar-
relied and made it up and always with
that same frank comradeship that
limited no sentimental relation.
When she had first fallen in love
with him Marjorie could not tell, but
of sudden she knew she was
wretched when she was with him.
| The candid friendship of his eyes
hurt, for she wanted something more,
his hearty handclasp was like the grip
of brother.
"Why," Marjorie Dean asked her.
self, hadn't Dickey Stevens fallen
in love with her? Was it because
he had seen her washing the dishes
with pink and white checked apron
tied around her waist? Was it be-
cause they were too good friends and
he knew her In all the simple honest
WayS-toO WellE
And now--now the time had come
for him TO decide. For he was going
away. going to work out his own sal
walton on a bit of government land
| in the West Dlckey would be gone
| for q year, and year is very long
time in any ones life.
| She could feel already his steady
! hand-clasp, and the way his blue eyes
| would look into hers and he would
| ask her to writel No. she couldn't
| endure II. Girls were told they must
sit quietly at home and wait--it was
the mans place.
But I could help him so!' Mar
jorie told the little black kitten that
had stolen around to sit on her skirts:
hell be so lonely off there-we can
laugh through the hardships. and
should love It all, cooking for him
and mending and making a house
pretty. Oh, he'll need met"
Then she dipped her pen of q sud
den into the ink and began TO write.
Dear Mr.. Wilmer (she began.
Thank you for sending that wonder
ful package Of books. I've dipped
into the novel already and | know |
shall like the yerse-bnt you mustn't
do this sort Of thing so often; / shall
be glad to see you in August. when
you come on your vacation, and as
you say, this is the prettiest country
IN the world
Wen talk over what you said IN
your letter when you come out-per-
haps it can wait until then7
"Your friend.
MARJORIE DEAN"
Marjorie read over the letter. draw
ing her velyety brows together and
feeling her cheeks redden at what
she was going to do. Deliberately
she addressed two envelopes. Into
the one bearing the name "Mr. Rich
ard Stevens" she put the wrong letter
the letter she had just written.
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