The Challis messenger. (Challis, Idaho) 1912-current, 1921-08-03
The Happy
Exchange
By CORONA REMINGTON

dancing eyes, and she liked the nick
name immensely, especially coming
from him, but there was a fly In the
gagged to one Of the prettiest, richest,
most popular girls In town and had
been long before she became his
stenOgrapher, six months ago.
For that reason she felt impelled
to hide the Joy In Or eyes and never
once had she let him address her thus
without some comment of disapproval.
II know it," he would say miserably.
you're right and don't mean to be
disloyal to Alice, but, cOnfound it,
you're the happiest thing l ever saw.
You constantly remind me Of spring
sunshine and big. old-fashioned gar
dens all full of blossoms and intoxicat-
ing perfumes"
OH the girl caught her breath.
Il used to live In place like that.
just full of flowers and wonderful,
great big old house that rambled end
lessly on
And what happened?' asked the
man, simply.
Father died, mothers health broke
down and we sold the place when |
was fourteen and tried one climate
after another. Three years later she
died and | had to take d business
course. I've been at 1t ever since
Poor little girl" said Ralph Bar
rows gently.
IFS not so bad" she smiled, only
sometimes l get dreadfully homesick
for the old life and dreadfully tired
of stenography and typewritirg. Moth
ing but that six days a week for fifty
weeks a year. But, goodness You're
making me sorry for myself instead Of
being glad didn't have to be a clerk
In store"
That's a fact, Cory. You're a
philosophical girl. aren't you<"
1t was the first time he had ever
called her by her given name. He had
always said Miss Trevers before, but
she let it go without comment. 1t
was so hard to be endlessly taking
man down for saying things you
wanted him to say. especially when he
was so absolutely charming and gen.
tlemanly and so lovely about it when
you did give him little hints.
His fancee was q cold. imperous.
selfish thing, who would sweep into
the office once or twice week, glare
at Cory with unconcealed animosity,
ask for Mr.. Barrows and mercileSsly
drag him off to some luncheon or
har
he could see in her and how anybody
on earth could love her enough to
| want to marry her. She was so cold
and he was SO warm and impulsive.
! Il guess that impuisiveness is ex-
actly what"
With jerk she stopped herself
| I'm a jealous little cat-that's all.
He loves her, l suppose, and why
shouldn't he? I'm simply spiteful to
| cOnjure up all these imaginary bad
! qualities in her. but love him. love
| him, and she doesn't love anybody.
| believe if thought she did it wouldn't
be SO hard but TO give him up TO
some one who can't ever appreciate
| him!
I'm rsving" she told herself.
| abruptly. Love hin-what right have
| 1? Give him up-how can / give up
| what isn't mine? But he should be
mine according to all the laws OF ma
| ture. l know he should-I know he
should"
The girl with the dancing eyes
looked blankly INTO space and tried TO
explain the ine<plicable.
By next NOR ing she had made up
| her mind and, W III pale face and eyes
| that did not dan.>. she confronted her
| employer.
Mr.. Barrows." .he sgd. hurriedly.
I'm going to resign the first of the
month"
If you think its best. know it is
ne said quietly. Il could trust you 10
| do the noble thing"
Miss Trevefs flushed with gratitude
| and was happier than she had been in
! weeks.
Thank you so much" she an
swered.
But, Cory. hope it sat any
harm TO say it. but-you know .hc~x
feel-don't you?"
The girl hung her head. IL do"
she answered in Il whisper.
After leaving Mr.. Burrows t-fice
; the days drasSed YEARLY on. Each
morning she hoped that he would not
call her up sld each night she was
wretchedly disappointed because he
had not dous 50. A whole month
passed before she heard from him
again, but al last his cheerful voice
came over the telephone.
That you, Corry:'
"1eS," answered the girl, her hear,
jumping.
This is BarrowS-I just wanted 70
ask you something; please promise
you'll do il before you know what il
is"
I'D be afraid until 1 knew" she re-
turned.
"But can't you trust me this once?
I