The Waterbury Democrat., 1934-07-23

trips and to start off with Ellert, but-oh, what's the use!"
 "Yes, know. You told me once to deal with facts, not feelings and there's the war, and they want more men and here are you. And
 that's that! We'll take our little special vacation through Com mencement and then, dearest, we can plan. Howard, I'm glad it's settled. It's been so awful to feel your uncertainty and not say any
 thing. It divided me from you."
 Amy, you're never divided from | me. There's never been anything false or deceiving or untrue be-
 tween us and there never will be.
 The only reason 1 kept still about | enlisting was because I wasn't sure,
 and it didn't seem fair to push my | doubts off on you."
 He put his key in the door and
 opened it with the last words. In- stantly old Mrs Pearce appeared at the head of the stairs, her bonnet
 on her head. her bag in her hand.
 I'm all ready to go," she said in a good as gold, only woke up once " don't say you're walking home with
 me, MT Jackson, for I won't let you. Nobody's going to run off with a girl my age, not in Marburg, no how. Godnight to both of you" And she whisked past them and down the path before they could do I more than say goodnight.
 They went up hand in hand, like children clinging together against
 impending danger. Yet there was a relief in sharing openly what had been hidden. The quiet, accustomed | room resisted the trouble of their
 minds. Mrs Pearce had taken the
 day spreads from the beds, turned down the covers, lit the soft read
 ing lamp, set bureau and chest tops
 in order, laid out night clothes, slip perS, dressing gowns. All these in- timate things joined in reinsurance. i've have not moved nor changed.
 We offer you the comfort of our
 humble stability"
 Commencement in Marburg was always strenuous. There were so
 many established customs, besides
 the annual Class Day, Founders
 Day, Commencement Day, so many
 returning alumni, so many gradu- l ates' families, that the faculty was
 in constant furry to keep it going | This year, outwardly, was like other
 years. The president gave his gar
 den party for students, his recep- | tion for graduates and visitors. The | juniors had their firefight. The glee club gathered before the mu-
 scum for their twilight concert ot
 college songs. The sophomores and freshmen played their annual base l ball game and afterward the fresh- men tore up their caps and went
 the rounds of the faculty houses
 cheering and ragging. The seniors held their banquet and dance.
 Through all these usual festivities there was a constant stream of
 callers, parents looking things over | for next year, old grads wandering about in an expectant daZe and pathetically delighted when they found anyone who could recognize them, distinguished guests who
 must be kept from being too bored. Amy was accustomed to the
 routine from her childhood and
 had heretofore gone through ii easily enough, constantly amused by it's endless small importance,
 emergencies. pomposities and nai- votes. But this year, though she went the round conscientiously
 keeping tea-table hordes in order, duty-dancing with speeches., awk-
 ward youngsters, standing in re-
 ceiving lines, smiling until her face
 felt stiff and listening to dull com
 ments until her ears felt stuffed, she did it only with her surface
 consciousness, Beneath which Jay
 the dread she must enter as soon
 as the week was over.
 | Copyright 1884 by Sophie Kerr) ] (To Be Continued)