The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1921-03-19

with bird-like gesture. AS she did
SO she flashed provocative glance at
him and said quickly:
"Ah, you are English, I see.''
1t was Dicky's turn to stare at her
now. Then he threw back his head
and laughed.
That's good one, Sister Sue" he
said to me, and I inwardly resented
his miscievous emphasis on the nick
name.
What makes you think we're Eng
lish?" he asked the woman, with the
debonair little air that makes Dicky
SO attractive to women.
"Oh, because you said Keen" she
returned, with another a1luring flutter
OF her wonderfully long, dark eyelash-
es. "The English all say Keen
never heard an American say it be-
fore, SO I thought you might be Eng
lish, and 7 know you are. aren't your"
suppose her playful persistence
was pretty, at least Dicl1y appeared to
find it SO, but to me the woman SEEM
ed bold, pushing.
l felt that l should dislike her cor
daily by the end Of the week if were
thrown into the enforced intimacy of
summer boarding house.
It was not alone that 7 disliked her
manner toward Dicky. There was
something about the personality of the
woman that I distrusted, something
that repealed me. From my earliest
recollection I have always formed
quick, instructive likes or dislikes
snap judgments which my experience
has found to be rarely mistaken.
Madge Follows LilIian's Teachings.
l know of only one person of whom
I ever disapproved on sight and after
ward Iiked-Lillian Gale Underwood
and upon Analysing the repu1ston
felt for Lillian when 1 first met her I
know that my prejudice against her
was based more upon her atrocious
makeup, dyed hair and brusque,
slangy manner than it was upon any
knowledge of her real personality.
When I looked beneath the mask that
Lillian presents to the world and found
the real, true woman, 1 at once loved
her.
The image of frank, warm hearted
Lillian which I had summoned stood
out in contrasting relief to the woman
who was walking with US. There was
something furtive about our new ac-
quaintance. If she had appeared just
as she was in the first act Of and mel
odrama, an experienced theatregoer
would have exclaimed at once:
"Ah, here comes the international
spy"
We turned from the rustic road into
a broad highway, smooth as a park
boulevard.
what a splendid road for ma
chine!" I said.
Ought to be-" Dicky rejoined, nom
chalantly. "tt's a state road, runs
straight up these mountains and is
used by motorists constantly"
You'll get machine and give me
a spin over 1t tomorrow, Brother Bill,
won't you?" 7 asked with a demure
little smile.
Dicl1y's jaw dropped in amazement,
but he recovered himself in a minute
and answered gay1y:
''Surest thing you know. Sister Sue"
It cost me an effort to enter into the
spirit of Dicky's jest in the way I did.
But I knew that it was only q matter
of time until the woman on the other
side Of Dicky would find out we were
married instead Of being brother and
sister as she thought.
I made UP my naind she should have
no opportunity to imagine that had
been in the least annoyed at the mis-
take, or Jealous of her admiration Of
Dlcky.. Little snatches of Lillian's adj
vice, given in the days when I was
worried over Grace Diapers friendship
with Diclly, came back to me.
/ resolved grimly that if Diclzy wish
ed this jest Of his about our being
brother and sister to continue that I
would help him in it with every ap-
pearance Of whole-hearted pleasure,
that when the truth finally came out
the little dark woman which had be-
gun to dislike, should have no mali
cious enjoyment of my jealousy with
with which to recompense her for the
chagrin Of her mistake.