The midland journal. (Rising Sun, Md.) 1885-1947, 1934-02-16
CHAPTER III-Continued

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hate it, of course"
"Why do you like it tonight"
jamie was quite unable to formulate
an answer. She didn't know why. She
knew only that she felt like golden
bubbles inside. You couldn't explain
why you were happy. That was like
pulling off butterfly wings. You just
felt it; lump in your throat. sing
ing somewhere in your heart.
Il don't know" She wished she
could take out her emotions and dress
them in pretty words. Celia could.
jamie couldn't. People thought, be-
cause of that, she didn't feel things
at all. But Father knew.
81 don't know" she repeated.
"Of course you DON'T" he said gent
ly. Its a mixture of all sorts of
things"
JAMES face frightened with her
swift lighted look of pleasure. Miracu-
~Iously, this red-haired young man
seemed to understand She looked up
at him gratefully from under her
shadowy lashes. He wasn't smiling
his crinkly smile; his eyes were
thoughtful and almost sad. Suddenly
she wanted to know all about him;
what kind of little boy he had been.
where he had lived and gone to school.
"Tell me about you," she said.
"It would make a dull story" He
was smiling again. "There aren't any
thrilling adventures" Z
II don't care. Tell me anyway"
She folded her hands in her lap.
He paused to light cigarette and
began. "Once upon time there was
a red-headed little boy -"
jamie, listening intently, Travelled
back with him to the brownstone house
in New York. His mother, she learned,
was dead. His sister and his brother
were ten and twelve years older
than he.
:" So this little boy was pretty
lonesome sometimes. He would go
through a glass tunnel filed with
plants"
"A conservatory jamie was becom-
ing more and more impressed
''This little boy named Hugh called
It glass tunnel with green things
growing up through the floor. At the
end Of the tunnel was a door and be-
hind the door was his fathers office.
Sometimes, If there weren't any ladies
in white kid gloves having their nerves
repaired, his father would tell him
about place called Mulberry Square
where everybody was friendly and had
a lovely time"
THAT'S strange, isn't it?' jamie mar
veled, your knowing about US so long
ago."
1.-THE audience will please not In
terrupt."
Il won't again."
"Promise?"
"Cross my heart"
y. And then -. :"
Tragedy stalked into the story. His
brother had been killed in an automo-
bile accident. He hurried over that
part. His sister Louise had married.
She was Mrs. Roderick Payson Van
Horn. jamie thought that was very
elegant name.
q. So this little boy, only he was
larger now and his voice croaked like
bullfrog's, went away to school. He
wore uniform and learned to ride
horse and shoot at things -.
jamie pictured him in a uniform.
She wished she had known him then.
But Father said he was twenty-six.
Graciousl She'd have been only ten
or eleven. He wouldn't have noticed
her then.
.. One day" he paused and
his eyes were sad. "Well anyway,
there wasn't anyone left in the brown
stone house with the tunnel !"
His father had diedl jamie, sym
pathizing, felt tears on her lashes.
q. So Hugh went to college.
When he was twenty-one, man with
nut-cracker face told him that some
time he would have to go to Mulberry
Square. But he didn't mind. His
father had told him everybody had
lovely time"
TITS changed So" jamie mourned,
''since your father used to come for
visits with Father"
1.-THE audience will probably get
WARTS Hugh prophesied darkly. "She
crossed her heart and broke prom
ise."
I'm sorry"
"That doesn't curt warts
Hugh" he continued, who was, by
this time rather a handsome young
man, finished college and went to med
ical school. he worked pretty hard