Grand Forks herald. [volume] (Grand Forks, N.D.) 1916-1955, 1922-01-21

! whispered to him as We got into
Bond street again, Its much too
good for met" D
He beamed down into my face. Re-
when he shows his nice teeth and
looks 50 happy. He gave. my arm a
little squeeze as we stopped at a
much-too-grand-for-me) tea-shop
and said, Don't talk nonsense. child.
Nothing could be too good for you.
I'm so glad you're pleased though. You
do think it's not a bad bag, don't
your"
1t has Just come. home and really 1t
l have ever had. The mere smell of
the leather makes o think of all.
the most wonderful shops you've ever
gazed in at the windows of-or of
the lists Of wedding presents to. some
Princess. I wish it wouldn't make all
my clothes look 50 shabby when I take
it out-which I only dare to when I'm
going anywhere with David. The rest
of the time Grannie seems to be. adj
miring it and rubbing up the bright
parts and saying. IT'S not only such
a lovely thing, Dearte. but so durable!
ltll last YOU Why! it will be just
as good as 1t is today when you are
seventy! David didn't get
that for nothing, either"
No; that is the worst Of it. All his
presents look as If they cost such. a
tied to each Of them, with guineas
and guineas marking them all. :.
And when 1 think that with the
money which he SO generously squan-
dered on one standing, fitted work
basket. a girl could buy herself hun
dreds Of the kind Of things she really
likes!
Just a dozen Of those absurd Eve
hankies In pink, sky and mauve; q
sachet Of June roses TO put with them;
a tight little bouquet of those Futur-
list satin flowers to pin to my coat
a long string Of those soap-bubble-
vellum book OF Herrick's love-songs;
even chocolates in q gay box that J
could keep my ribbons in afterwards
These are the presents that I should
adore!
So am I too childish? Is it too .hor-
ribly u~ngrateful Of me?
I couldn't tell Mr.. Lewis that I
should like any Of these things. One
can't possibly look gift-horscs in the
have a d~onkey-cart. Especially not,
when n is an engaged girl.
But now here's the worst OF it.
I can't make myself feel as il I
were an engaged girl at all.
No! In spite Of the far-above-
rubies ring! In spite Of Mr.. Lewis
coming here every day. In spite of
teas and lunchcons out! In spite of be-
ing taken with Grannie to the theater,
in a box, II you please! In spite Of
the presents-in spite of THAT BAG!
In spite of his calling me my own
little sweetheart" and putting arms
around and kissing me, az he always
does, several times in one visit! In
spite of all this. I still don't feel as
if there were anything different about
me.
Life goes on rather differently Of
course now that I haven't to 80 to the
office, and now that someone Is here
most evenings instead Of my just sit
ting with Grannie and reading to her
Cor incoming to myself as I've quite,
quite left off doing). But l am the
same; not gr0wner-up-feeling,
not any more unsettled (now the first
evenings over) just peaceful, T.. just
Julia-a8-she-was. Ought I to be? I
Even il I oughtn't. 1t would be my
own fault. For 1t could not possibly
be the fault Of my fiance. Whatever
he does or says or looks or thinks or
wishes OF means. one can only como
back to Grannie's verdict on him.
He is Kindness itself.