Vashon Island news-record. [volume] (Vashon, Wash.) 1919-1954, 1922-03-17

Fred Mitchell is saying that he's going
to Canada after Easter, to try TO get
into the Canadian aviation corps. II
It's true, he's dangerous lirebrnnd, !
think, Is It truef"
~ guess so. He's been talking that
way, some"
"But why do you let him tnllS that
way2' she cried. Hes your roommate;
surely you have more influence with
him than anybody else has. Couldn't
you--"
He shook his hend slowly, while upon
his face the family Indicated model.
ings of grin limited of an Inner
laughter at some surrepttious thought,
swell, you know, Fred says himself
sometimes, don't seem TO be much of
tnlker eSactlyW
81 know. But don't you see? That
sort Of thing Is contagious. Others VIII
think they ought to go II he does; he's
popular and quite a leader, Can't vow
do anything with himy
She waited for him to answer
Cant Your she Insisted,
The grin had disappeared and Ram.
sey grew red again.
He seemed to wish to speak, to
heave with speech that declined to he
spoken and would not rouse up from
his lnwards. Finally he uttered words,
I-I-wel, l."
"Oh, | know" she said. "A man
or Il boy always hates to be intrud.
ing his own convictions upon other
men, especially In case like this,
where he might be afraid of some
idiots thinking him unmanlike. But
Ramsey" Suddenly she broke OF
and looked at him attentivcly; his dis
comfort had become so obvious that
suspicion struck her. She spoke sharp.
ly. Ramsey, you aren't dreaming Of
doing such thing, are your"
what such thing?"
Fred hasn't influenced you, has her
You aren't planning to 20 with him,
are your
"WhereT"
"To jola the Canadian aviation"
mo; hadn't thought of doing It,"
She sighed again, relieved. 81 had a
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
not really know what to think. But
I'm 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 ut him earnest.
ly; but he did not meet the scrutiny,
his eyelids fell.
I'm not wrong am l. Ramsey?"
"About what" he murmured, un.
comfortably.
"You are my friend, aren't you?"
''Yes."
"Then It's all right" she said. THAT
relieves me and makes me happier
than | was just now, for of course If
you're my friend you wouldn't let me
make any mistake about you. be-
lieve you, and now, just before &c
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, please?"
Eyes, If you Ike. But l want to tell
you now that count on you in all this
even though you don't talk much as
you say; | count on you more thar
l do on anybody else, and l trust you
when you say you're my friend, and II
makes me happy.
"And I 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 your
would do more good than any amour
Of arguing. So trust you, you see
And I'm sorry | had that queer doub
of you" She held out her hand. "Un
less happen to see you on the campus
for minute, In the meantime, It.
goodbye until week from today. S
well, so, goodbye until then!"
"Wait," said Ramsey.
"What Is it?'
He made great struggle. I'm no
influencing Fred not to GO" he said
"I-don't want you to trust me to d