The St. Johns herald., 1922-10-19
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 CHAPTER XIII.-continued
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 He seemed to wish to speak, to heave with speech that declined to be spoken and would not rouse up from his inwards. Finally he uttered words.
 'TI-well, T."
 'Oh, I know" she said. "A man or a boy l-always hates to be intrud- ing his own convictions upon other men, especially in a case like this, where he might be afraid of some idiots thinking him unmanlike. But Ramsey" Suddenly she broke of and looked at him attentively; his dis comfort had become so obvious that suspicion struck her. She spoke sharp ly. Ramsey, you aren't dreaming of doing such a thing, are yOu?"
 "What such a thingT"
 Fred hasn't influenced you, has her You aren't planning to go with him, are you2"
 "Where?"
 "TO join the Canadian aviation"
 "No; hadn't thought of doing it."
 She sighed again, relieved. q had 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 Pm not wrong about you, am I, Ram seyP'
 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 at him earnest ly; but he did not meet the scrutiny, his eyelids fell.
 I'm not wrong, am I, Ramsey7"
 About whatT" 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 I go in and we won't see much of each other for a week-if you still want me to go with you again next Sunday"
 'Yes-won't you, please?"
 ''Yes, if you like. But I want to tell you now that count on you in all this, even though you don't talk much,' as you say; I count on you more than do on anybody else, and trust you when you say you're my friend, and it 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 I think that, instead of talking to Fred, a steady, quiet influence like yours would do more good than any amount of arguing. So trust you, you see2 And I'm sorry had that queer doubt of you" She held out her hand. "Un- less happen to see you on the campus for a minute, in the meantime, it's goodbye until week from today. So well, so, goodbye until thenI"
 Wait" said Ramsey.
 ''What is itT"
 He made a great struggle. 'Tm not influencing Fred not to go," he said. 'T-dOn't want you to trust me to do anything like that" "What?"
 T think it's all right for him to go. if he wants to-" Ramsey said, mis- erably.
 'You dor For him to go to fghtT'
 He swallowed. "Yes."
 "Oh!'' sne cried, turned even redder than he, and ran up the stone steps. But before the storm doors closed | upon her she looked down to where he stood, with his eyes still lowered, a lonely seeming figure, upon the pave ment below. Her voice caught upon a sob as she spoke.
 If you feel like that, you might as we'll go and enlist, yourself" she said. bitterly. T can't-I couldn't-speak to you again after this l'