Pullman herald. [volume] (Pullman, W.T. [Wash.]) 1888-1989, 1921-04-29

lacy backgrounds wandered far from
the work in hand. Billy and his little
sister were none the wiser. Tomorrow
was Valentines day, and she had
agreed to help them make the proper
offerings to lay at various shrines
among their schoolmates
AS a matter OF fact, Marjorie was
grateful for any occupation that kept
her from seeking the seclusion Of her
own room and having a regular good
cry. one doesn't have Il perfectly
splendid fiance go out of ones life
every day, metaphorically slamming
the door behind hlm--and all over
nothing.
over and over in her mind rcvolved
the events of the previous evening.
Bruce had arrived half an hour later
than usual. She had demanded the
reason for his tardlness--in fun. He
had refused to give any--in fun. And
before they knew 1t they had "A regular
sized quarrel on their hands.
Bruce had maintained that for her
to insist showed She didn't trust him.
She had held just as stoutly that the
fact that he didn't tell her argued that
the reason was one he knew would dis
please her, and the only one that would
displease her would be connected with
some other girl ana So-oh, it had all
been so silly, until the last, which had
been tragic
Bruce had risen and remarked
coIdIy that he was going home and
would come again when She sent for
him Marjorie could hear herself Ipy
saying in unutterubly La4.l. tones
that never under any circumstances
could she conceive 1t possible that she
would even think of such thing
Bruce had departed by way of the
front door, Marjorie had gone up
stairs, remorse already battling with
dignity.
With sigh she brought herself back
to the present. "What shall | put in
for yerse?' she asked.
"Oh, anything" said Billy, oThand.
Make up something with lots Of the
silly stuff that is usually on voIen-
tines.
In the space left for them beside an
over-plump cupid shooting a very large
arrow at very small heart, Marjorie
carefully penned the lines.
81 love you dear,
For you are mine,
oh come and be
My valentine I"
Thanks said Billy, gratefully,
ITS rather mushy, but You might as
well write the same one on them all"
80 over and over Marjorie printed
the little verse until the short Febru-
airy day was swallowed in the twi-
light
We'll stop now, kiddies," said Mar
jorie. Put them in their envelopes
and I'll mail them in the box at the
corner"
Now the corner where the mail box
stood was also the corner Bruce passed
on his way home from the train.
So accurately did Marjorie time her
trip to the corner that the last of the
bunch of childishly Scrawled enyelopeS
had slipped irrevocably in and the lid
closed with a click, when she heard he.
hind her the familiar step, and turn
lhg' raised her eyes to meet the I'M
smiling ones of Bruce. Afterward
she remembered that he had looked for
a moment as If he wanted to stop. But
he had merely raised his hat politely
and walked on. And Marjorie. the
words of contrition halted on her lips,
had started after him in sorry dis
may.
That evening Marjorie left the liv-
ing room for the reception room where
she usually entertained Bruce.
Suddenly, the front door opened, and
the draperies parted to admit a smil.
Ing eyed young man who advanced
with outstretched arms into which
Marjorie straightway went. Bruce"
she whispered, "it was lovely for you
to give in -
Give i'm he cried, "who wouldn't
give in after that adorable little inyi-
tation. Why, you darling, l was ready
to come anyway, but after getting
that"
Marjorie detached herself from his
embrace. Getting what?' she asked
coldly.
on know 1t by heart" he began !:
Il love you, dear,
For you are mine,
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