The north Mississippi herald., 1920-09-24

had ever insisted upon so short an en-
gagement period. Here was his we'd
ding coming Off In less tha: two
weeksl He ceuld no, believe 1t; 1t
could not be possible. He did not like
being hurried like this; he wanted
time to think Think about what?
Then and there he determined to
fight the thing out. Why be coward
and lie to hlmself7 Why procrasti-
nate? He was wildly in love with little
Vashti and, what was more, he was
ready to admit ito the world, IL
necessary. Deborah was so sensible
he thanked God for that-he could
talk the thing over with her. Tonight
was a dinner dance; he could talk TO
her then. he could not bear to meet
her and act the hypoerite. So ne
wrote her letter releasing her from
her engagement to marry him and sent
1t over to the Heath home by spe-
cial messenger. Then, feeling wonder
fully relieved and light-hearted, he
hurried out to the garden and robbed
all the June bushes of their floral Of
ferings and took them next door.
vashN, in old blue and gold, her
lips unpainted and her cheeks aglow.
met him In the big Ingram library.
I'm so glad you've come" motioning
a place for him on the davenport;
"Tve had wonderful yet difficult aft
ernoon. I've been fighting with my
self! Struggling with my mean little
self"
"Vashu !" he interrupted, taking one
warm little brown hand within his
own. "Tve been doing the same-and
everything is all right, darling"
She nodded. smiling. 'Tm so glad.
for myself / mean. You see. l just
couldn't stop thinking Of Bobsie one
minute, and I'm afraid making him
jealous did not work at all. So | just
stopped lying to myself and fought 1t
all out this afternoon, and l decided
that the silly old quarrel was all my
fault, and that l would sit down and
write Bobsie and tell him so, and say
l was sorry And I did, too, and sent
it to him by special messenger. Don't
YOU think that was the best and brav-
est way?"
Cam clutched the little hand tighter
for a second, then he got TO his feet.
| After mumbIing few sentences ne
| left without saying what he had come
to tell her. vashti did not notice any
| thing amiss; she was too occupied
planning her own happiness.
In September, just before the fall
term, Professor Daw returned from an
extended tour Of the Canadian
Rockies. He looked and felt very ut.
Fresh glacier breezes had blown all
mental inebriation from his mind,
leaving a flow of thought as clear and
fine as a mountain stream.
Very briskly he walked the avenue
to the Heath place. He had not both
cred to telephone.
The maid at the door shook her
head to his question In astonishment'
"I thought everybody knew, sir, that
they left yesterday"
Cam was terribly disappe pointed = l9i sis'
she leave en- address7" ne asked nope
fully.
The girl smiled. ''Not that know
of, sir. Honeymoon couples don't as a
| rule"
Honeymoon! Married." Then
wildly distracted: '"To whom, to
whomT'
"Mr. Braithers. sir. Some people
called him Mr. BObsie."
In this university town the Ladies'
Civic society has placed neat green
cans for rubbish at certain corners.
Before one Of these receptacles Cam
stopped, drew from his pocket an un-
opened letter addressed to himself in
large backhand chara oters, and on the
back Of which was large monogram,
the most prominent letter Nv" stand
ing out boldly. He tore the envelope
carefully In strips and threw 1t into
the depository. He did not care for
| left-overs.