The Southern herald., 1922-04-21

the idea. Colburn isn't that way, and
| back at school there wasn't a single
boy that was anything like that"
What" She stopped, and turned
suddenly to face him.
whats the matterY he said, stop
ping, too, Something he said had
startled her, evidently.
"How can you say such a thlng?"
she cried, you love to fight"
"MeY
"You do! You love fighting. You
always have loved fighting"
He was dumfounded. "Why, never
had fight in my life"
She cried out in protest Of such pre-
varication.
well, l never did," he insisted,
mildly.
"Why, you had a fight about mew
mo, | didn't"
with Wesley Renderw
Ramsey chuckled. THAT wasn't a
fghtw
ut wasn't"
Nothing like one. We were Just
guyin' him abOut-abOut gettin' slicked
up, kind of, because he sat in front of
you; and he hit me with his book strap
and l chased him off. Gracious, no;
that wasn't a fight !"
But you fought Linski only last
fall"
Ramsey chuckled again. "That
wasn't even as much like fight as the
one with Wesley. just told this
Linski was goin' to give him punch
in the Sn-- | just told him to look
out because l was goin' to hit him, and
then did 1t, and waited to see if he
wanted to do anything about it, and he
didn't. That's all there was to it, and
1t wasn't any more like fighting than
than feeding chickens is."
She laughed dolefully. ut seems
to me rather more like it than that"
"Well, it wasn't"
They had begun to walk on again,
and Ramsey was aware that they had
passed the "frat house." where his
dinner was probably growing cold. He
was aware of this, but not sharply or
insistently. Curiouly enough, he did
not think about it. He had begun to
find something pleasant in the odd in
terview, and in walking beside a girl,
even though the girl was Dora Yocum.
He made no attempt to account to
himself for anything so peculiar.
For while they went slowly to-
gether, not speaking, and without des-
tinaton, though Ramsey vaguely took
it for granted that Dora was going
somewhere. But she wasn't. They
emerged from the part of the small
town closely built about the university
and came out upon bit of parked
land overlooking the river; and here
Dora'S steps slowed to an indeter-
inmate halt near bench beneath
maple tree.
81 think I'll stay here a while" she
said; and as he made no response, she
asked: Hadn't you better be going
back to your frat house for your din.
ner? l didn't mean for you to come
out Of your way with me only want
ed to get an answer to my question.
You'd better be running back"
swell"
TIn CtppI irraCnluta NOT ct1ro tbot bn
wanted his dinner just then. 1t would
have amazed him to face the fact de-
liberately that perhaps he preferred
being with Dora Yocum to eating.
However, he faced no such fact, nor
any fact, but fingered.
"Well-" he said again.
"You'd better 60"
81 guess l can get my dinner pretty
near any time. | don't" He mad a
thought. "Did you-"
Did l what?"
ibid you have your dinner before l
met you"
mo"
"Well, aren't you"
She shook her head. 81 don't want
any"
"Why not?'
81 don't think people have very much
appetite today and yesterday she
said, with the hint of a sad laugh, "all
over America"
"NO. | guess THAT'S so"
ITS too terriblew she said. 81
can't sit and eat when | think of the
Lusitania-of all those poor, poor peo-
pie strangling in the WATER
mo; guess nobody can eat much,
If they think about that"
"And of what it's going to bring, if
we let it," she went on. "As if this
killing weren't enough we want to add
our killingl Oh, that's the most ter
rible thing of all-the thing it makes
within us Don't you understandp
She turned to him appeallngly, and
he felt queerer than ever. Dusk had
fallen. Where they stood, under the
yOung-leaved maple tree, there was but
a faint lingering of afterglow, and in
this mystery her face glimmered wan