The Challis messenger. (Challis, Idaho) 1912-current, 1923-06-13
Tickets to the
Big Game
BY LAURA MONTGOMERY


graduated at the same time, wrote
telling her that he had succeeded In
getting tickets for the big game and
inviting her to run up to Chicago to
attend, she was In a rosy heaven OF
delight
Think, Alice" she cried, cheeks
rose-red with excitement, "of going
into Stagg field again. The rows and
rows Of seats rising against the crisp
blue Of the sky and the maroon pen
nants waving wildly while the mega
phone-fends shriek-oh, l can't be-
Iieye Pm really going"
Alice, her maternal eyes fastened
upon her small son, was mildly amazed
at the outburst: IF you've wanted to
see football why haven't you gone be-
foreT
Dorothy's blue eyes studied the list
less face "You don't understand,
dear" she murmured at last, distinct
pity In her soft voice; college is won
derful, but unless the right man In
vites one" she broke off hastily, sorry
that bit of cherished secret had so
heedlessly tripped off her pink tongue.
81 mean it wouldn't be fun to write a
check and send for tickets"
as this Dick Fredericks a rich
MANI" Money was the only subject
that really aroused the interest of
Dorothy's older sister. Dorothy was
rich because an aunt had left her for
tune to her, overlooking the older and
less agreeable of the sisters.
mo; he's a mechanical engineer
and has nothing but his salary. But
again the soft tones paused as the
young girl pondered-Dick had been
more than attentive to her at college
until a girl had made a caustic allu-
sion to the escorts wealthy girls drew
to themselves. She could recall now
the very expression of his face.
Are you so rich, Dorothy? Your
clothes are so simple that l fancied
you" He had broken off there, sur
veying with puzzled eyes the artful
simplicity of her tailored garments.
Eyes, he lost interest in me because
of that hateful money" decided Dor
othy.
whats that? Don't humble so,
Dorothy. Look at Bob. He's in my
cold cream Jar again. He won't mind
anyone but you," finished Alice fret
fully, trailing negligently from the
room, leaving her son to be cared for
by her sister.
Dorothy selected her plainest suit
for her short trip to Chicago and
looked obviously at her fur coat. She
would. naturally need 1t on the stone
seats of the wind-swept grandstand.
but Dick could not help but notice the
costliness of the rich squirrel coat
that suited her blonde beauty so per-
fectly. Regretfully, she decided to
risk a cold and put it aside. Her gold
mesh bag, with the emeralds she also
rejected. taking a smart little blue
morocco purse to match her suit.
fuzzy hat and scarf of brushed wool
had Just been donned when Alice
rushed into the room carrying Bob,
who squirmed frantically.
1--WE found three spots of rash on
him, Dorothy. It's probably scarlet
fever, and l can never manage him
alone. You'll have to stay home and
help me-"
Dorothy did not hear the rest of the
sentence. Paling, she leaned over the
chubby boy, who stopped yelling at
sight of her. 'NNhy, he looks all
right, Alice. +"
You'd never be so selfish as to go
to a silly game when Bob needs you"
walled Alice, land with a poor man,
tOoT
Dorothy, not quite oblivlous to the
methods of her sister, stared back.
"What has his lack of money to do
with Bob?"
! Nothing, dear, but if you don't go
he won't have to pay for your ticket
and"
you evidently don't know the diff
Guilty of getting those tickets. A week
ago some of them sold for fabulous
prices. If don't go. Dick can prob
ably dispose of them for three times
what he has paid, but he won't forgive
me for ditching him at the last mo-
ment. "Why." she glanced down at
her tiny watch, 1--WE not time now to
wire him. He will meet"
ooh" the older woman cut in ca
gerly, "you could phone him and tell
him how Bob needs you"
Bob held out his arms to her. His
cheeks were much flushed and his eyes
foo bright. Something was certainly |
wrong with him, and Alice was worse
than useless in illness. She Invariably |
argued and nagged at the patient.
A few moments later Dorothy fin
ished her long-distance call. I'm ter
ribly sorry, Dick. but of course Bob
has the first claim on me. Get some
one else to go and don't waste those
precious tickets"
Quite unintentionally she had shown
ner deep disappointment in her voice,
and the man at the other end stood in
puzzled silence as her instrument
clicked into place.
A moment later he called her. but
the line was being used to call the ply
stefan and tho long-distance operator
did not cut IN
.'He never evenn said, good-bS." re-
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