Askov American. [volume] (Askov, Pine County, Minn.) 1914-current, 1934-02-08
He Didn't
Forget
By ALICE DUANE
O. by Mcclure Newspaper Syndicate
WNU Service

the cadets from the nearby military
academy came in their colorful uni
forms of French blue; then sweet
hearts, fathers and mothers from
home.
Tonight the college was In readi-
ness for the colossal event. At her
window at the far end Of the second
floor hall Fran Marshall. teacher Of
English and literature. sat looking out
over the rolling campus bathed In
soft silver moonlight. Twenty years
ago. she had been girl of Wildcliff
and had been thrilled at the prospects
of the annual ball.
She. too. had had her party dress
a white wolfe with lace-edged ruffles
around the bottom.
And II was twenty years ago tonight
that the waltz and two-step had sound.
ed out over the campus until the wee
hours of the morning. and Fran Mar.
shall had danced nine dances with the
tall blond cadet In blue; had walked
with him beneath the oaks In the
moonlight, and eaten her ice cream and
cake with him behind the palms In
the gymnasium
He had liked her white dress. but
most of all, he had liked her emerald
earrings. long slender pendants set in
dull gold, falling almost to her Shout
ders. He had said emerald green was
his favOrite color And he had kissed
her that night and said he would come
back.
Fran never left Wildcliff. Following
her graduation. she had been placed
on the faculty. And she was smilingly
tolerant Of the whispered consultations
long after the quiet bell had rung.
They were young, and only once 4. :.
she argued to herself.
She moved to her dressing table to
arrange her hair, when a dark. slen-
der girl came in, radiant in a chiffon
frock.
Peggy Thompson was the schools
peppieSt girl and rules meant little to
her. Fran knew Of the -go-lucky
father who was seldom home long
enough to get acquainted with his love-
ly, mOtherless daughter. Peggy
showed letters from Africa. Asia. Cen
trail America, and recently. from
Egypt.
Il thought I'd find you dressing for
the dance. Miss Marshall. Sam is
here. and don't know what to do with
him."
"Sam?" queried Fran. (which one
of the SWANS is Sam?"
"Sam Is my father. He landed In
New York this morning.
"Oh, am glad he is your father.
thought it might be another admirer
arriving In addition to the rhree al
ready here. Aren't you happy to see
your father?"
"Oh. yes" drawled the girl But I
hardy know Sam. He Is good old
scout, but such a vagabond! But / do
declare, Miss Marshall. | don't know
what l shall do with him with Bobby
and Hank and Ed to look after"
well. my dear, don't neglect your
father. You are all he has, you know.
Let the boys shift for themselves"
"Sam is lecturing me something
fierce for having my hair shingled.
Says he likes Old-fashiOned girls Oh,
Miss Marshall. let me do your hair.
Part it in the middle and coil It low
on your neck. Please now
And you should have earrings"
Fran Marshall smiled at herself In
the mirror an hour later. Her usual
iy sleek hair was sOftened over the
ears and coiled low on her neck. Her
dress was white. lovely soft silk
thing she had bought in New York.
Fran always wore a white dress. For
a second her hand toyed with the en-
erald earrings In her jewel case.
Twenty years ago tonight she had worn
those exquisite things and then
she was fastening them in her ears.
AS she Joined the other members Of
the faculty, Peggy Thompson spied her
and came across the floor holding fast
to the hand of a big blond man.
miss Marshall. Sam And Miss
Marshall this is my father"
He looked straight into Fran's eyes,
as he took her hand in his. and with
the other hand, he touched an earring
that nearly reached to her shoulder
Earrings of emerald white
dress Wildcliff and those
twenty years are bridged. I would
have known you anyway. but the en-
erald really proves you are you.
came back, twenty years ago but you
had not given me your name!
couldn't find you, but I never forgot"
For the love of Mike. Sam. what
are you talking about?" demanded his
daughter.
Il mean, young lady. you can save
a dance for your old Dad along about
the last. l will be busy up to that
time. Here comes your young Lochin-
var In blue, just as ! came twenty
years ago. Run away, my dear. and
wen see you later"
Peggy Thompson came into Fran
Marshall's room. long after the last
guest had gone. She snuggled down
In the big chair beside the window.
81 don't know what It is all about
Miss Marshall. but Sam and are ever
so happy. Someone to lecture us and
love us. We both need you. And
I'm ever so glad that every person
doesn't wear emerald earrings II
that Is what made Sam fall for you
tonight Just thinkl What IF no