Pullman herald. [volume] (Pullman, W.T. [Wash.]) 1888-1989, 1922-03-10
AN AWAKENING
BY ISABELLE ENGLAND
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g 1921. by Mcclure Newspaper Syndicate

Love me lots? Hummm? Why, what's
the trouble now what the deuce-T
For his fiancees expression had be-
come anything but fattering. She
looked, indeed, decidedly bored.
You're sweet boy" yawned Mary,
but really. you're horribly tiresome.
One can be so sure of you. Oh, Ted
| do wish you weren't so faithful and
adoring d-well-unthrilling Now.
if you'd only make love to Cynthia,
next door, or something like that
want excitement and freedom. want
to be Kidnapped by big, bad man
with rough hands, and be pulled by
the hair, and kissed brutally, until
Oh-h-h-h--"
Ted regarded her, open-mouthed,
with half-dazed, incredulous express
sion. Then his face hardened.
I'm sorry" he retorted, sneeringly,
no longer the meek and perfect lover.
but a very angry boy. Sorry l had
the great misfortune be born respect
able. Sorry I'm not a ruffian. Drag
you by the hair, Ell? A spanking would
be more effective!"
Mary smiled, maddeningly.
"Of course you can't comprehend my
feelings Your life is so shallow, so
petty. Your highest ambition is to
marry me. Ye gods! What have l
done to deserve such a fate, If you
were half man, you'd abuse me once
in a while, or do something to make
life interesting"
Mary" Startled, but once more
adoring, he knew not what to say.
ANYHOW. don't stand there gazing at
me with that adoring calf-like ex-
preston ~ she scolded.
Ted was all at sea. His dignity had
been completely swept away He APP
peared grieved and meek, and little
uncomprehending. entirely unbeleving.
"Mary-Mary, I can't understand |
can't see what the deuce is the matter
Didn't you like the violets l brought
your And he gave an injured glance
at the discarded offering.
Mistress Mary, quite contrary,
shrugged disdainfully.
"Not so bad" she answered "but it
would have been much more interest
ing if you'd given them to some other
girl Please run home and don't
bother me any longerr
Mary laughed gayly as Ted's defect
ed back passed from view at the bend
of the road.
"What an utter bore" she sighed.
Il wonder If I'd look more piquant
and bohemian with my hair bobbed?
And Ted hates bobbed hair Oh
could anything get him really mad, and
keep him mad? Inspiration !"
ooh mammal Where's my comb?
And oh, yes, the scissors, too? And
mamma, you wouldn't mind getting me
the hand mirror, would you? Thank
YOU"
Mrs. Doran. worried-looking little
woman fdgeted nervously about her
over-temperamental daughter until the
latter Enthusiastically excused her.
Il hope you're not going to do any
thing rash, Mary" murmured the ner-
vous little mother rather APOLOGIZE
| cally.
"Oh. for heavens sake, do go away
or I certainly will" calculated Mary
GROSSLY. Cant l have minutes
| peace?"
Mary yawned. Really, she was so
| tired
She pondered deeply a moment. Then,
her decision made, she raised the scs-
sors gingerly and trusted to luck-the
flapper's god
Several hours later a rather different
Mary tripped down the stairs-a girl
with short. stiff, uneven hair, resem-
bling nothing so much as a futurist
! puzzle. Mary's eyes were suspiciously
| red, She held her head defiantly as
she swept by her Mortified father and
her nearly hysterical mother, to the
front porch.
The stars glittered dreamily; the
| town was quiet. What's more, Mary
felt lonely.
She smiled in dissatisfaction. Of
course she would take the poor boy
| back-after he had sufficiently suffered
and repented his stupidity. In her mind
she had the reunion almost staged,
! when-
"You darling!" Ted's voice sounded.
1t was dreamy, soft The porch swing
next door, at Cynthia's house, ceased
squeaking, a gurgle of delight. Then,
| silence-silence--
Mary gasped and CROPPED feebly for
! the door. That funny feeling in her
! heart was almost intolerable. All her
| sensations seemed to grow vaguer-
stranger She fell.
Mrs. Doran. hurrying into Mary's
room, discovered her daughter in a
tumbled heap on the floor in front of
the easy-chair from which she had just
| slid.
Didn't hurt yourself, dear, did
! your inquired Mrs. Doran. I'D have
/ called Won before only You were SleeD-