The Ontario Argus. (Ontario, Or.) 1???-1947, 1922-06-29
MISS ANN
BY HAZEL v. PARIS.

| ,9. 1921, by Mcclure Newspaper Syndicate }
On that hot August morning the sun
beat down mercilessly on the little vii
lage. The occasional passing carriage
stirred up clouds of dust that settled
ON the dried, brown and already thick,
ly coated grass and trees. Only the
whirr Of the locust broke the heavy
silence. Not the tiniest white cloud In
the blazing blue sky promised relief
from the intOlerable weather.
At the click of the gate and the
sound of quick step on the brick
path, Miss Elizabeth Ann pushed her
spectacles up from the tip Of her nose
and waited for her visitor to appear
around the corner of the little porch
closed In with honeysuckle vines
whose heavy odOr made the atIhos-
pbere more oppressive.
."GOOd morning, Miss Emmons," said
the CHEEKY voice of a young man, tall
and fair, his well-bullt figure showing
to splendid advantage in the service
uniform of q major.
"Why, BOhbie Andrews! Bless my
soul We didn't expect you back for
at least month yet. Bless my soul
Elizabeth, Elizabeth Ann !" she called.
as she turned In the doorway.
"Yes, 8untie." Then as she saw the
man. "BObl" In a second she was In
his arms laughing, sobbing, crying, aD
In the same breath.
bob, can't believe It's true-bcck
oh! can scarcely believe it's YOU"
AS the two lovers, arm in arm, went
down from the little porch and over
TO the old grape arbor Miss Elizabeth
Ann resumed her seat and her knit
ting behind the honeysuckle vines. For
few moments she worked quietly
and steadily; then, as the tears, which
stubbornly refused to be kept back,
blinded her vision and dropped on her
gnarled. wrinkled fingers. she laid
down her needles and wept softly and
tremulously.
Fifty-eight years ugo splendid,
stalwart young soldier had opened the
gate of the garden, stepped quickly
up the path onto the porch, and
greeted silver-haIred old lady who
was knitting behind the honevsuckle
vines. elizabeth, Elizabeth Ann"
she had called, stepping to the door.
"Yes, auntie-coming."
1t was she Miss Elizabeth Ann, who,
In her quaint hoop-skirt, with her
black hair arranged smoothly In braids
around her ears, had stepped out shy
ly to greet her lover. Bobbie Andrews
uncle. Leaving dear old silver
haired lady sitting behind the honey
suckle vines, together they had gone
down from the little porch into the
garden to the grape arbor.
Then Elizabeth Ann had walked
down the brick path with him. and
when the gate had clicked and he
started up the village street, she wait
ed to wave her handkerchief as he
turned back.
John Andrews was answering his
eountry's call. Theirs was a parting
the final parting-he had not come
back to her as had Bob to little Eliz-
abeth Ann.
Four colors Are New.
What Is a season without few new
colors?
Thus we have them-forward comes
some fashion authority and announces
In our midst that the four newest and
most popular colors OF the present mo-
ment are rosewood. chow, aztec and
cumming bird.
With rosewood we're more or less ia
met It in pianos. splnet,
desks and so on.
But chowl T1s a different story--it |
might be anything from a pet pup ts
he food your doughboy existed on in
hose mad days of memory.
Aztec-ahl There's something to
,onjure with The name brings visions
If bright shawls. beads and painted
feathers In which we might array our
Ielves and bedeck the Sunday land
,cape.
As for humming bird-the subtleties
Il that are left to your Imagination.