The midland journal. (Rising Sun, Md.) 1885-1947, 1942-12-04

The girl saw that two bay ho
were pacing along one of the bridl
everyone, Madeleine especially, and
Elizabeth and all the Sisters and
girls"
One day Cherry had an adven-
ture. 1t came on a quiet, foggy
afternoon when all the world seemed
dull and quiet. Cherry was driving
with Mrs. Porter when her old COM
panion said suddenly, "Look there
wait minute-stop hin!"
Automatically obeying these in
structions Cherry seized the speak
ing tube and Merryweather drew up
at the right-hand side of the road.
Then the girl saw that two
bay horses carrying man and
woman were pacing along one OF
the bride paths.
and that the woman was Fran
Marshbanks and the man Kelly
Coates.
In response to old Mrs. Porter's
gesticulations, and her voice at the
window she was theoretically low
ering, the riders came close to the
car and Fran gave Cherry her sec
ond careless smile and nod, and
Kelly saluted her by touching his
cap with his whip. He was pre-
sented to Mrs. Porter, and as the
two women fell into discussion OF
the list of patronesses for a series
of concerts, he rode around the back
of the car and chatted with Cherry
at her own opened window.
"Well, Miss-I have to call you
Cherry, I've forgotten the other
name" he began.
"Oh, dol" said Cherry, the dull
park breaking into sparkless the
white winter sky turned June.
CHERRY then. What have you
done to yourself? You look like an
other woman!"
"It's my hat" said Cherry. The
Polk street creation was on her
head, picturesque hat that came
far down over the streaked gold and
brown of her hair.
''It's more than your hat" Kelly
assured her. you've washed your
face, too"
Her laugh rang out; he had not
heard her laugh before, and as it
had impressed Judson Marshbanks
at the convent a month or so ear
lier, it impressed the younger man
now as being extraordinarily fresh
and pleasant.
He looked at her a long time,
thoughtfully. Or at least, if only
for few seconds, it seemed a long
time to Cherry. She felt the warm
color in her cheeks and the slow
beat of her heart.
81 suppose that's true" Kelly said
at last in a surprised tone.
'I'd read about girls making their
debuts," Cherry pursued, warmed
to the very soul by his attentive,
half-sympathetic and half-amused
look, .'and orchids and all that. But
somehow. just that night, to see her
so safe and SO happy and having
such wonderful time when was
homesick and tired and I knew !
looked so awful :"
"Well, of course he agreed
quickly, as she paused in a sort Of
shame and embarrassment. Amy,
you mean?"
''Amy."
"She's not having such a wonder
full time" he said. Its all COM
parative. She thinks other girls are
having a slightly better time, and
that drives her wild. Mrs. Marsh
banks, Fran, was speaking of it
Just few minutes ago, and saying
what fools girls are!"
''Oh, girls are fools all right, "
Cherry agreed meekly, and as the
man laughed she laughed too.
.'Mr. Coates" old Mrs. Porter
said, breaking into the conversation
and leaning across Cherry to catch
his attention.
Frances has promised to bring
Amy to dine with me two weeks
from Thursday, and ] want you to
come too" #
s.Pm a dead loss at dinners" KEEL
~ SAl0, lduSAAA6s Ao1 aA~sSA
ask me again"
''Well, Wen see about that" said
the old lady, in high feather. "But
you come, nowl My nephew
Georges daughter, Dorothy Page
Smith, is going to be here-comin'
up with her mother from Santa Bar
bara, where they tell me she's been
breakin' all hearts, and I want her
to meet Amy and some Of the other
youngsters"
.'Jud may not be here; he gets
back from Portland tonight" Fran
said, 'but he may have to 60 right
back again. So Mr.. Coates will
squire me. I'll guarantee him."
And you tell Mrs. Dickson to
get Mary Traitior and Lizzie Bloch