Browning chief. [volume] (Browning, Mont.) 1941-1953, 1949-06-17

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piled Marg happily. "Just wait un-
til I get my hat"
A few minutes later, they left
the house in a whirl of excitement.
Mamie watched them placidly, and
then she remarked to Blanche,
"You know, Blanche, 1 wouldn't
be at all surprised if you were
right about Marg and that young
preacher"
Marg and Tom chatted noisily as
they drove from place to place, but
if Tom was aware of Marg's feel
ings for him, he didn't reveal it.
Marg found Terry quite recov-
cred from his anger when she saw
him the following Friday at the
steak fry. In fact, he greeted her
as though nothing had really hap
pened the previous Sunday.
eli, Marg," he shouted to her
when she arrived with a group of
friends. "Come on over and help
me build this fire!"
Marg returned his greeting and
sauntered to where Terry and sew
eral other young men were build
ing the big fire.
where is everyone?" she asked.
"Most of them are meeting at
the church," said Terry. "We came
out ahead to get the fire ready.
Who brought your"
Jane Perkins brought four Of
the girls out from work." replied
Marg. "We didn't even bother to
60 home; just met Janey at the
square"
"Oh," said Terry. "Wen, make
yourself useful. You can cut those
buns in that big box over there
on the table"
20. K.," replied Marg good
naturally. While she was cutting
the buns, Terry came over to patch
things up.
I'm sorry about last Sunday,
Marg," he said. II guess I was
bit rude
"Oh, forget it, Terry" she said,
Il wasn't very nice either" Their
conversation was interrupted by
the arrival of the others. The
noisy group came turlbling out of
the cars. Marg didn't notice the
lovely, blonde girl with Tom Prem
tiss in the hustle of the arrival.
But few minutes later, she was
brought face to face with the
stranger when Tom introduced
them.
Here's Marg Langley, honey"
he said to the young woman at his
side. She's the best alto in the
choir. Marg, I want you to meet
Louise, my fiancee."
Marg tried to cover her sur
prised confusion, and she wondered
if Louise Collins hadn't seen how
surprised she had been when Tom
introduced her as his fancee.
After the group had satiated its
appetite on the steaks and other
refreshment, they gathered along
the shore of the lake to sing the old
songs. Marg felt Terry slide into
the grass beside her, and wondered
if he knew. When they were sing
ing Loves Old Sweet Song" he
gently slid his hand into her own,
and a little thrill tingled through
her as he whispered:
"Marg, do you know you're really
lovely with the moonlight in your
hair? How would you like those
two bright stars up there for ear
rings?"
"Why, Terry" Marg answered
quietly, what a beautiful speech.
What's got into your"
Gee, Marg - he stammered,
Ever since I can remember I've
dreamed about you and me
how lovely you are, but I'm not
very good at making speeches
or making love, for that matter
but here tonight by the lake,
the moonlight, the fire and every
thing guess any guy'd want
to say something nice to the most
wonderful girl in the world,
wouldn't he?"
Marg returned the pressure of
his hand as she brushed aside the
guilty thought that she had doubt
ed her love for Terry. Terry wasn't
such bad stick after all, and
maybe she'd ask the Rev. Tom
Prentiss to offciate at their we'd
ding in the spring. That would be
a nice touch at that!
The voices foated out over the
waters of the lake, and Marg
turned to look into Terry's earnest
eyes.
Terry" she whispered, you're
so nlce-so comfortable!