Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1922-08-04
CHAPTER xIII.-cOntlnued.

ID
He seemed to wish to speak, to
heave with speech that declined to be
spoken and would not rouse up from
his inwards. Finally he uttered words.
"T-I-well, L"
ooh. I know" she said. "a man
or a boy always hates to be intrud-
ing his own convictions upon other
men, especially In a case like this,
where he might be afraid of some
idiots thinking him unmanlike. But
Ramsey" Suddenly she broke off
and looked at him attentively; his dis
comfort bad become so obvious that
suspicion struck her. She spoke sharp
ly. Ramsey, you aren't dreaming of
doing suCsa thing, are your"
"What ouch thing?
'Fred hasn't influenced you, has he?
You aren't planning to go with him,
are your"
"Where"
''To join the Canadian aviation"
EMO; hadn't thought of doing it."
She sighed again, relieved. II had
queer feeling about you just then
that you were thinking of doing some
such thing. You looked so odd-and
you're always so quiet, anybody might
mot really know what to think. But
Tn not wrong about you, am l, Ram
seyT
They had come to the foot Of the
steps that led up to the entrance of
her dormitory, and their walk was at
an end. AS they stopped and faced
each other, she looked at him earnest
ly; but he did not meet the scrutiny,
ibis eyelids fell.
'I'm not wrong, am /, Ramsey?"
"About whatY he murmured, IN
comfortably.
"You are my friend, aren't you?"
eyes"
'Then it's all right" she said. "That
. relieves me and makes me happier
than 1 was just now, for of course if
you're my friend you wouldn't let me
make any mistake about you. I be-
lieve you, and now, just before l go
in and we won't see much of each
other for week-if you still want me
to go with you again next Sunday"
"Yes-won't you, please2"
eyes, If you like. But l want to tell
you now that count on you in all this,
even though you don't talk MUCH as
you say; I count on you more than
I do on anybody else, and 1 trust you
when you say you're my friend, and it
makes me happy.
"And 1 think perhaps you're right
about Fred Mitchell Talk isn't ev-
erything, nobody knows that better
than I, who talk so much and /
think that, instead of talking to Fred,
a steady, quiet influence like yours
would do more good than any amount
of arguing. So trust you, you see?
And I'm sorry had that queer doubt
of you" She held out her hand. Gun
less happen to see you on the campus
for a minute, in the meantime, it's
goodbye until week from today. So
well, so, goodbye until then!"
"Wait," said Ramsey.
'What is it?'
He made a great struggle. "Pna not.
influencing Fred not to CO." he said.
"l-dont want you TO trust me to do
anything like that"
"What?"
ST think it's all right for him to go,
If he wants to-" Ramsey said, mis-
erably.
''You do? For him to go to f1ghtT'
He swallowed. "Yes."
"Oh! she cried tNgced even redder
Al
But before the storm doors closed
upon her she looked down to where he
stood, with his eyes still lowered, a
lonely seeming figure, upon the pave
ment below. Her voice caught upon
sob as she spoke.
eff you feel like that, you might as
well go and enlist, yourself" she said,
bitterly. 81 can't couldn't-speak
to you again after this ~