The Holbrook news., 1922-06-09

 dignified.
 But how adOred him How hun: upon lis every word, his every glance How l maneuvered to win from him few minutes conversation on Lati1 verb or a French translation How thrilled if he bestowed upon me one of his infrequent smiles How grieved over his stern aloofness
 By the end of month had evolved this: his stern aloofnsss meant that he had been disappointed in love! hi: melancholy was lonehness-his heart was breaking. How l longed to help to heal to curel How l thrilled at the thought of the love and companionship emboWered cottage far from the mad ding crowd! Gle boarded at the An derSOnville hotel alone now.) If only he could see it as saw it. If only by some sign or token he could know of the warm love that was his but for the asking Could he not see that no longer need he pine alone and unan- ! preciated in the Andersonville hotel ! Why, in just q few weeks l was to be through school. And then
 On the night before commencement MT. Harold HartshOrn ascended our front steps, rang the bell, and called for my father. l knew because l was upstairs in my room over the front door and saw him come up the walk and heard him ask for Father.
 Oh, joy! Oh, happy day! He knew. He had seen 1t as 1 saw it. He had come to gain Fathers permission, that he might be duly accredited suitor for my hand
 During the next ecstatic ten min utes, with my hand pressed against my wildly beating heart, I planned my wedding dress, selected with care and discrimination my trousseau, furnished 1 the rOse-embowered cottage far from the madding crowd - and wondered why Father did not send fer me. Then 1 the slam of the screen door downstairs sent me to the window, sickening terror within me.
 Was he going-without seeing me his future bride? Impossible!
 Father and MT. Harold Hartshorn stood on the front steps below, talking In another minute Mir. Harold Harts. horn had walked away, and Father 1 had turned back on to the piazza.
 AS soon as I could control my shak- ! i,cr I
 Father was in his favOrite rocking chair. l advanced slowly. 1 did not sit down.
 "Was that MT. Hartshorn?" l asked trying to keep the shake out of my voice.
 "Yes."
 'NIr H-Hartshorn," l repeated stu pidly.
 'Yes. He came to see me about the Downer place." nodded Father. "He wants to rent it for next year."
 'TO rent 1.-the Downer place!" (The Downer place was no rose-embowered cottage far from the maddlng crowd i Why, it was big, and brick, and right next to the hotel! I didn't want tt live there.)
 'Yes-for his wife and family. He's going to bring them back with hin next year." explained Father.
 "His wife and family!' I can imag inc about how I gasped out those foul words. q
 ''Yes. He has five children, 1 be lieve, and"
 But I had fled to my room.
 After all, my recovery was rapid. was in love with love, you see; no with Mr. Harold Hartshorn. Besides the next year 1 went to college. An( it was while 1 was at college that met Jerry.
 Jerry was the brother of my college friend, Helen Weston. Helen's eldel sister was senior in that same col lege. and was graduated at the close of my freshman year. The father mother and brother came on to tn, graduation. And that is where l me Jerry.
 If it might be called meeting him He lifted his hat, bowed, said a polite nothing with his lips, and an indiffer ent "Oh some friend of Helen's," witt his eyes, and turned to radian ! blonde senior at my side.
 And that was all-for him. But fol | me
 All that day l watched him when ever opportunity offered; and suspect that l took care that opportunity of fered frequently. I was fascinated. had never seen any one like him be fore. Tall, handsome brilliant, at per feet ease, he plainly dominated ever! group of which he was a part. Toward