Bellefonte, Pa., June 17, 1927. EE EARNS ANOTHER BLUE DAY. {Continued from page 2, Col. 3.) ‘wanted her and missed her... .Hello, ” Rodney! “Hello, Sally,” he answered. They always greeted each other with the utmost carelessness, not even Jooking at each other; indeed, they had never yet looked at each other. When their eyes met they saw only ‘what did not exist—a Rodney and a Sally who had never lived; not the boy who was sometimes irritable and sulky at home, sometimes so full of his ardent ambition as to be con- temptuous of others; not the girl who had been known to cry over an un- successful hat, who sat through lec- tures and never heard a word. They had been friends since child- ‘hood, taking each other for granted, with the casual, indifferent affection of children, until one evening at a dance, that past winter, love had sud- -denly overtaken them. And they “were both quite sure that this love "had given them a strange, new in- sight, a marvelous understanding of «each other. Yet whenever they met, some dim consciousness of their “pathetic and terrible lack of mutual -understandin made the first few ‘moments awkward and constrained; they were shy and silent until the real Rodney and the real Sally van- “ished. ‘But Rodney with his eager and vivid imagination could always bring ‘to life the unreal couple. He began “to tell her about the house he would "have liked to build here, and he saw “that house, and he saw the celebrat- ‘®d young architect returning to it, with news that he had won some na- tional competition, and he saw his ‘beautiful young wife—but not so clearly as the house or himself—wel- «