The Wolf Point herald. (Wolf Point, Mont.) 1913-1940, 1929-01-11

beauty of him. He thrilled her.
John Lawrence was his name
And it was plain that he was
private through accident only
Obviously he had a%ntecedents
Family traditions, breeding-al
that sort of thing. He talked
easily. Presently it developed thai
he had been at Yale-a second
year man. He belonged to Tad's
fraternity, Mrs. Thorne became
interested. Perhaps her husband
he knew Mr.. Lawrence's colonel
perhaps he could help him.
Officers Training School, or some
thing.
John Lawrence protested. Oh,
morally. He would make the
grade all right. Expected, to tell
the truth, to be chosen for the
next training school. He was very
grateful, however. Mightn't he
show them around a bit? They
made a tour of inspection, with
young officers glancing enviously
from every barracks, and Sybil
the target of all admiring eyes.
In a doorway Lawrence, stand
ing aside for the women to pre-
cede him through, put his hand
on SYPHILIS arm. There was some
thing in the way he did 1t. A
~possessive sort of pressure, gentle
and compelling. She was only 10,
and it electrified her.
Before they left she had promis-
ed to write. 1t was a girls
patriotoc duty in those days. She
promised also to send some fudge
and a cake, and asked if he need
ed sweaters or socks. That was
patriotic, too.
On Sunday the Thornes motored
again to Devens, accompanied by
Mr.. Thorne, who handed around
cigarets grandly. He took a lik-
ing to Lawrence and invited him
down for dinner. The following
week the young man obtained a
24-hour leave and spent most of
it at Thorne's place at Wianno.
In the evening Sybil showed
him the moon over the water and
walked with him along the beach.
waves splashed mournfully
on the sands, and the noon scut-
led behind a cloud. The night
was ~fearsomely beautiful.
And Sybil was fearfully lovely.
She stood with her face to the
sea, while the wind whipped her
lress of misty stuff about her and
blew her hair to Johns cheek.
Then he took her in his arms and
Kissed her. ,
After that Sybil braved parental
ispleasure and motored to Devens !
very day. Her father, by per-
her to take the car, gave /.
he affair ~half-hearted acquies-
.ence. Her mother, though she {
Omitted John seemed like a nice
Dung man." frowned on the ro- G
lance. @
Then between Sybil and her y
there grew a rift that vas o
ommon between mothers and a
aughters those days.
"She's just furious" Sybil told 4
err father, because I dare to +,
link about John instead Of think I
lg of Tad every blessed minute. h
-er boys in danger-and she h
0esn't care anything about MINE.
m expected to worry about Tad o
i the time. But I mustn't even T
HINK about John" ~
Sybil strangled a sob. "If John =,
as to go, I'll DIE" she said.
And mother wouldn't care a bit y
/ know she wouldn't. oh, dad G
I'm so wretched!" O.,
Intellectually her father patted h.
er shoulder.
There, there, sybil. Do you
We him, little girl? It's been
lch a short while. Mother
)esn't realize, I know. Naturally
les frantic about Tad. Your
other is not as young as she
ied to be, and she's apt to be
gh strung these days. Take
.ings easy, Sib. God knows it's
lrd enough to have Tad over
ere.
The roads about Devens and IN ,
Aver were dusty and not CON
lctive to romance. but beyond
camp an orchard stretched
here leafy apple trees made
elcome shadows. A little away
ON the rest stood a gnarled old
ee with twisted limbs and a
otch where two could sit and
We. Beneath its shade the low
s chung.
Darling, darling.
hen he kissed her, he felt her
ars in his lips-salty, tangy-
-tersweet.
Darling! DARLING!" He said
over and over.
''How old are you SybiI?" {
Eighteen" she told him. {
so young" he whispered. $50 7
tie, and so young" s
'Old enough" Her lips against
) "a were saying it.