The Kennewick courier-reporter. [volume] (Kennewick, Wash.) 1914-1938, 1933-04-20

garette, is the primmeSt girl In
this town."
They both looked after the re-
treating figure of Daisy Miller.
dressed so neatly in her blue serge,
IF you give me a month l could
have that girl so dead In love with
me that any one could see It'll" Ar
thur Baldwin offered.
you've lost already, and I'll put
ten on II, Art"
Daisy Mfller's heart beat very
fast as she washed the dinner
dishes. She had really not seen
anything of Arthur Baldwin since
they were In high school together;
she had thought less of him, and yet
tonight he had telephoned her to
ask permission to come over to see
her.
Il don't see why he should want
to see me-" she thought, 81 can't
understand" and yet she was fat
tered and she felt a new glow in the
dizziness Of the gray days and an
escape from monotony.
In her own room she surveyed her
wardrobe critically. The gray challis
was beyond redemption and her
best crepe needed a patch under the
arm; the only thing left was what
she had on, the blue serge dress
that had never been anything but
useful.
Again she felt that strange new
excitement when the bell wheezed
and she opened the door to Arthur
Baldwin. He stood moment In the
hall retaining her hand.
81 am glad to see you, Daisy!" he
said, scrutinizing her white face.
There was an awkward silence for
a moment before he had seated
himself In the comfortable living
room in the big chair across from
Mr.. Miller.
How're you getting on with your
law?" Mr.. Miller inquired.
Arthur Baldwin found himself In
the clutches of that inveterate old
talker, and he listened to drowsy
"reminiscences of the SOS, while he
fidgeted In his chair.
When at last he said good night
he admitted It was one Of the dullest
evenings he had ever spent and
quite unsuccessful except for his
last remark to Daisy.
"You certainly have wonderful
hair, Daisy" he said as he took her
hand In the hall as he left.
He smirked to himself as he re-
membered the slow, almost painful
flush that touched her cheeks.
"Tm old enough to know better"
Daisy thought the next morning as
she scanned the paper: but a new
infection In the air had caught her
and she explained to her father
briefly that she was going to the
city.
at must have been the hair that
did 1t, but Daisy was unable to re-
sist a hat that looked altogether al
Turing In one Of the smartest shops
on Fifth avenue.
But the hat made her suit look
even older than ever; and Daisy
plunged. She gasped when she saw
herself in the new suit with Its long,
slim lines and its delicious golden
brown color; with bewitching hat.
But how shabby her shoes looked.
As very last touch she bought
herself a new pair.
"It'll take me years TO save II all
again." Daisy thought shame-faced-
ly. "All the money that i put by
for a rainy dayw
She settled herself down by the
window In the train, feeling In her
new clothes that she was too no
ticeable. she prayed that she would
meet no one she knew. She moved
over to a very margin of her seat
as big man sat down beside her;
he looked at her casually and then
cried, "why IL 1t isn't Daisy MillerT
.T used to be Bill when we were
In school together" he laughed.
Daisy looked up at him; perhaps
II was the new hat, perhaps It was
the consciousness Of that smart
suit, yet there was a charm about
that shy, bird-like glance that
touched William Armstrong.
"Just come back to civilization"
he explained. "I'm going to sur
prise my people. It's a long run
from Arizona to New York;"
"How wonderfull" Daisy ex-
claimed softly. tive always thought
that was about the most interesting
Mace to live" then for some un-
accountable reason she blushed.
mot for your kindw Armstrong
said gruffly.
He touched tentatively the rich
fur on her coat.
.'Oh, this!" said Daisy with dis
dain. "As If clothes matter!"
when a girls as pretty as you
are, Daisy, guess you're right" he
said heartily.
"Pd like to drop In and talk with
you about Gods country!" he said