The St. Johns herald., 1922-10-12

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 sits there, of course, but ours is jolly
 one and you'd like her. You've prob ably met her-Mrs. Hustings?-when
 you've called on other girls at our old
 shop"
 "No," said Ramsey. "T never was much of -" He paused, fearing that he might be repeating himself, and too hastily amended his intention. T never liked any girl enough to go and call on her."
 Ramsey Milholland" she cAel. "Why, when we were In school half the room used to be talking about how you and that pretty Milla-"
 'No, no" Ramsey protested, again too hurriedly. q never called on her. We just went walking"
 A moment later his color suddenly became fiery. q don't mean-I mean -" he stammered. Tt was walking, of course-I mean we did go out walk ing, but 1t wasn't walking like-like this" He concluded with a fit of coughing which seemed to rack him.
 Dora threw back her head and laughed delightedly. Don't you apoIo- gize!" she said. q didn't when I said 1t seemed to me that we've gone walk. ing so often, when in reality it's only four or five times altogether. think I can explain, though: I think it came partly from feeling have that I can rniU un1I-fhof x-nI11ro n reliable sort of person. l remember from the time we were little children, you always had sort of worried, hon. est look in school. and you used to make dent in your forehead-yOu meant 1t for a frown-whenever I caught your eye. You hated me so hon. estly, and you were so honestly afraid I wouldn't see it T"
 "Oh, no-no-"
 "Oh, yes-yes p' she laughed, then grew serious. "My feeling about you that you were a person to be relied on, mean-I think it began that eve ming in our freshman year, after the Lusitania, when I stepped you on the campus and you went with me, and couldn't help crping, and you were so nice and quiet. hardly realized then that 1t was the first time we'd ever really talked tOgether-of course did all the talking land yet we'd known each other so many years. thought of 1t afterward. But what gave me such a different view of you, I'd al. ways thought you were one of that truculent sort of boys, always just bursting for fight; but you showed me you'd really never had a fight in your life and hated fighting, and that you sympathized with my feeling about war;" She stopped speaking to draw in her breath with a sharp sigh. "Ah, | don't you remember what I've told you | all along? How it keeps coming closer and closer-and now it's almost l herel Isn't it unthinkable7 And what 1 can we do to stop 1t, we poor few who feel that we must stop it2"
 Well" Ramsey began uncomfort- ably. "Of course IT"
 "YoC can't do much," she said. "l know. None of us can. What can any little group do? There are so few of us among the undergraduates-and only one in the whole faculty. All the rest are for war. But we mustn't give up; we must never feel Efterward that we left anything undOne; we must fight to the last breath ]"
 'Fight'?" he repeated wOnderingly, then chuckled.
 "Oh, as a figure of speech, she said, impatiently. "Our language Is full of barbaric figures left over from the dark ages. But, oh, Ramsey l''-she touched his sleeve-"I've heard that Fred Mitchell is saying that he's going to Canada after Easter, to try to get into the Canadian aviation corps. If it's true, he's a dangerous frebrand, think. Is it trueT
 q guess SO. He's been talking that way, sOme."
 "But why do you let him talk that way?" she cried. He's your roommate; surely you have more influence with him than anybody else has. Couldn't you"
 He shook his head slowly, while upon his face the faintly indicated model ings of a grin hinted of an inner laughter at some surreptitious thought. "Well, you know; Fred says himself sometimes, 1 don't seem to be much of a talker exactlyI"
 q know. But don't you seer That sort of thing Is contagious. Others will think they ought to go if he does; he's and quite leader. Can't you do anything with himT
 She waited for him to answer. Cant your she insisted.
 The grin had disappeared and Ram