The Owosso times. (Owosso, Mich.) 1897-1926, 1921-02-25

eye. then she would have seen an
amused expression hit over his face.
This was the first Of many Sunday
meetings between Marjorie and her
park beau" as Jim called him. The
four Of them, Jim and the girl Of his
heart, Marjorie and John, frequently
had supper together In the little apart
ment. John remained a mystery. as
there seemed no connecting link hut
Billy JOudrey. Jim could not remem-
Der who Billy had said had given him
the picture of the Acropolis. So John
came and went giving no hint as to his
identity.
In the fall Marjorie went back to
her studies. She was working hard.
and while she and Jim commented on
the absence Of John, who suddenly dis
appeared from view, absorption In
their work made Marjorie almost for
get what now seemed almost like a
summer dream. Jim, who was an cleo
trical engineer, found himself more
and more taken up with his work.
His love affair was at standstill.
as Eleanor Johnson had gone South
with an invalid mother.
I'VE are going pretty dull" he saf1
one morning, as they hastily ate their
breakfast. 'Ill try for tickets for the
opera If you say So"
"Oh, yes, do. We will dress up for
a change" said Marjorie.
A little later, hurrying up the sub
way steps. her arms full of books, she
saw familiar pair of shoulders In
front. "What on earth is John doing
up herer she wondered.
Hello, john" she said as she
caught up with him. "Are you OF the
moving job?"
I'll come around and explain; it's
too long story now, when we are
both late as It Is" he replied.
"We are going to Faust tonight. You
couldn't by any chance get seat"
asked Marjorie.
"Oh, yes; season ticket" answered
the surprising man. '1ll call you up
at dinner time, and find out where
your seats are. No, I can't come to
dinner; thank yOu-Good-by until to-
night" and he was Off.
Marjorie In her black evening dress,
her glorious auburn hair cOiled be-
comingly about her head, and her
beautiful white neck with its single
string Of family pearls made a striking
picture.
CLOTHES do change ones whole
90 -
"Why don't we do this sort Of thing
oftener?
jim, going of to smoke between the
acts, met John on his way to Mar
jorie. Hello, old chap" he exclaimed.
1--WE almost need an introduction"
Taking Jim's vacant seat, John said.
II suppose you are wondering who and
what I am. I will give you Who's
Who
"John Endicott, born in Cambridge,
age thirty-five. Graduate of Harvard,
class of 1900 Archaeologist. Win
ner of the Marathon races. Head of
the archaeological expedition TO Greece
in 1912. In the summer Of 1917 moS-
ing man for Brown Bros. Met Mar
jOrie Blake. The rest to be written"
But why the moving MANI" asked
Marjorie.
ut was wager that friend put
up to me. He said l was too luxury
loving, and 1t would do me good to
take a good stiff job with no romance
such ms Greek sunsets attached. And
l wasn't TO let any one know who and
what l was. But found the romance
even there, Marjorie. And it's up to
you to complete the Who's Who"
Late that evening, as they sat by
the fire. Jim having tactfully retired.
John laughed and said: do you know
what l did with my tips? Used to
buy books with them and write in the
front-'John Endicott from Watson
Jones, etc."
"The one you bought with mine
must have been very little?" she
queried.
"Some day you will see," he an
swered. And the fire-lit room grew
very still, as the old story repeated
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