Milford chronicle., 1925-04-17

fell from the bulge of his blouse &C. oss
the polished floor, bringing chaos to
the Friday dancing class, were but
trophies of war, such as Ulysses shed
upon his return to Ithaca. Also JEFF
was her second cousin, and her tribal
vanity was hurt at the sight Of his I'M
doing. Her cheeks famed when he
was sent from the room. AS he passed
her near the door she touched one Of
mind, old jeff" He scOwled at leF.
but she knew it was only boys share
at being comforted by girl.
That afternoon, as she straggle7
behind the other girls on her way dow
Inness Street, she saw big, clumsy JEFF
coming toward her from behind a corner
wall. He was flushed with embarrass-
ment, and something she had never
suspected burned her cheeks, frightened
around her heart.
Hello, jeff" she said, common
placely enough, and was answered by
his all too casual, Hello, Margaret"
She glanced shyly at his sailor blouse
and was relieved to see that it hung
straight, as sailor blouses should.
The group of girls conveying little
Flora Lee had turned in at the marble
steps which led up to the Peake Lawn.
Margaret and her disgraced hero
struggled behind, mutually silent, at
last.
Margaret" said the clumsy boy,
II didn't mean to be ugly when you
spoke to me going out"
II know you didn't, jeff" she an
swered, rewarding his humility with a
smile. II thought Mademoiselle Thi-
bault was horrid. I'm going to speak
to grandfather.
ooh, bunkl' responded jeff Garter.
Il was just saving those things for my
and Aunt Tessie yanzed me
over to Miss Martincastle' s."
Nobody can do those dances right"
said Margaret, because they aren't
for human beings"
You think that way too?" he mar
Yelled, and looked his amazement. He
vas fourteen and seemed very tall 10
Ter.
1T isn't a boys business to hop
Margaret" he began.
L VI Oil uA4O gGutAo oAAC was W w clAU bA4O
that scene; the sauntering
5rOup of young girls passing along the
,rass-hedged walk; there on the side |
walk stood Margaret and her knight
le had rested hand upon the horses
lead that surmounted their iron hitch |
ng post.
Margaret, I'm in love with you.
You're the sweetest girl in the world. |
DO you love me at alp"
A film gathered over her eyes so that
he could scarcely see him, and she was
Luite beyond speech as she nodded.
II want to marry you some day."
he persistent boy went on. "Weu
ave to wait-win you wait for me,
Only yesterday they had been babies,
ratched by nurses, pampered and
banked by grandparents. Yet at this
loment she looked at him with per-
sctly mature assurance and said,
Eyes, JEFF. I'll wait"
Poor child, hayward and perverse,
be- was always true to her world
They stood just second, looking
ITO one another's eyes, then childish
came to their rescue.
eff shuffled little and began to whistle.
"I'N see you tomorrow going To
;hool," he suggested.
"All right" said Margaret.
Again they fell silent. Then came Q
to break aninconvenieHs
larm. Mr.. Vesey, the druggist who
ated all boys, came strolling along, a
ID carnation in his buttonhole.
Red and gUIlUh,
Spanish cWllUhI'
JEFF Carter turned and baWled it at
le back of the Ishmaelite. For this
as in 1901, less than three years since
merica had defeated a very weak
,tion, thus gaining international pres
&c and a place among the Powers.