The wise old Ground Hog, so quick and |
wary,
Came out the second of February.
He looked around him, all ready to run,
For high in the heavens he saw the
bright sun;
“But what about a companion?
“Bob Rea owns an island. He's
with a
'ly, and speared a cold hot dog. for her aquatic skill,
lending it to me-—complete
Deora Wallon, ot S75 omc | when they went for a run
“How lovely!” Miriam laughed.
Ii
wish that I could go?” |
“No can do, of course,” Tommy At breakfast they were ravenous, wicker divan, and with a wave of
' shook his head. “Even the cow so the cook decided that he had her hand indicated a chair. Almost
would object to such flaunting of been mistaken they weren't bride as if by magic, a Japanese in cool,
| conventions. But, honestly
| you really ought to get out of town
Mim,
for a time.” :
“All right—I'll go along!” she
' casually informed him; and Tommy
| stared at Miriam as though he had
He saw his shadow cast black on the
snow;
Then the Ground Hog chuckled and said,
*0, ho!
We will have cold weather for six weeks
more!"
And he went in his hole and slammed
the door.
The mercury rose and the soft winds
blew,
And people rejoiced that winter was
through,
The ladies walked out in spring gar-
ments dressed,
Two poor little
nest.
sparrows began on a
In his hole the Ground Hog shook with
laughter,
As he thought of the blizzards fast fol-
lowing after.
The north wind blew, oh, bitterly cold!
And the people began to shiver and
scold.
But the Ground Hog turned in his soft
warm bed,
Stroked his chin whiskers and cheerfully
said,
“The grippe and the earache makes you
complain—
Perhaps you'll believe wmen I tell
again!"
you
He rung off his telephone under the
larch,
Saying, “Don’t call me up till the mid-
dle of March!"
—Selected.
PLATO GETS PROVOKED
All day long, in her cozy little
apartment, Miriam Gray had been
pounding away at her faithful typ-
ing-engine. Now, with a sight of
supreme content, she folded the
weary machine and tenderly put it
to bed on the shelf in the living-
room closet.
“If you're as tired as I am,” she
addressed the portable, “you're glad
that they're safely married, never to
be divorced!” And she turned to
the sheets of manuscript piled on
her writing desk, making a little
moue at the memory of the apple-
sauce her brain had perpetrated.
For despite her piquant feutures and
saucy Titian bob, the characters she
conceived were prim and modest
maidens, with very proper swains,
whose philosophy was a contrast to
Miriam's views of life.
They passed through the dreary
pages of the dullest and most in-
and
nocuous of romantic .
would have blushed in crimson shame
could they have but seen the allur-
ing dishabille worn by the dainty
creature whose brain had mothered
them.
Yet her sentimental gush and
slush had won her a faithful follow-
ing of simple, loyal souls who would
have gasped with horror had the
known the author. But even Mir-
iam's closest friends failed to com-
prehend her, especially those who
understood the restlessness and in-
tensity of her highly emotional
nature. Dainty of hand and ankle,
lithe and graceful of figure, and with
a mouth that tantalized every male
she met, Miriam seemed entirely de-
void of the slightest sentiment, as
applied to herself and the opposite
sex.
Now, in the restful twilight, she
puffed at her cigarette and took up’
her fountain pen. But as she set
to correcting her script, the tele-
phone at her elbow rudely interrupt-
ed. “There!” she exclaimed, taking
it up, to learn, with a sense of re-
lief, that Tommy Vance was A
Any one else would have vexed her,
but Tommy was never
months.
“Come up and I'll read you my
manuscript,” she mischievously in.
vited. “It's a perfectly lovely story
of a poor but honest girl who was
meanly persecuted, in the ar-
ray of rags that she found to be
virtue’s reward.
Then, anxious to finish her manu-
script, she quite forgot to dress, and
expected
long before she
was ringing the bell. “Oh,
she sighed. “What difference?”
And opening the door for him, she
made him solemnly promise not even
to look if she should let him in.
“Go out to the kitchenette and
start to spread the feast,” Miriam
suggested. “Take off your coat and
be corafortable. Isn't it brutally
hot?
“Why doll up for me?” he asked
as she into her tiny
bedroom. “I'm not Mr. Grundy—"
“Nor are you Adam—and I'm not
Eve,” Miriam called in reply, as she
rolled her shimmery s of
nearly t “But I
shan't get arrayed like a lily, since
you're only you.”
“Tired?” she asked solicitously,
and seated herself at the table.
“About done,” he confessed. “But
Lord, you look ™m
“I'm looking to be refreshed!”
she rebuked him abruptly. “And
unless you are yourself, I'll read you
my manuscript.”
“Lady, lady, I'll be good!”
my pretended panic.
“Perhaps I'll write such stuff my-
self when I'm senile enough,” Tom-
my shrugged his shoulders. ‘Mean-
while, I'm going to forget that
there's such a thing as labor. I'm
off tomorrow morning for two whole
weeks in Maine.”
“Really?” Miriam murmured as
she munched a sandwich. ‘That's
perfectly bully, Tom.”
“Uh, huh!” h
Tom-
seen a ghost.
| bore you,” she ~dded petulantly.
Y hadn't thought of that!”
might have done if they had been
| his wife.
| her prowess
e grunted indifferent. | camaraderie
“Unless you think I'd
“Mightn’'t that prove awkward?"
Tommy was dubious, and wondered
why she had never seemed quiteso
bewitching before. “I might even
fall in love with you.”
“Tell it to the flappers!” she ad-
vised contemptuously. “I natural-
ly wouldn't suggest anything quite
so absurd if I hadn't known you
long eonugh to know that I really
know you. Besides, I know my-
self. I'm perfectly amour-proof.
When do we go from here?”
Later that night, in his uptown
flat, Tommy whistled softly as he
packed his bags. Nevertheless, he
told himself, he was far from satis-
fied with Miriam's arrangement.
“Hang it all!” he muttered. “She
seems to think I'm a sort of cross
between a St. Bernard and the late
St. Anthony! And until tonight I
suppose I was a kind of blend of
the two. But in that lacy thing
she wore she was utterly feminine
——and her lips, her eyes, her hair—
I'm a fool!”
That, unknown to Tommy, had also
been Miriam's prayer when she had
tucked herself away beneath her
coveriet. And all of the way she
was thoughtful as she rode in the
train toward the little junction
where they were to meet. Not that
she'd any real regret at what she'd
undertaken. In fact, it was the
lack of which now began to intrigue
her. Never before in all her life
had she felt so nicely wicked! A
spirit of diablerie held her in its
spell. She feared and rather liked
it
Nor had she forgotten the sudden
flame which had flared in Tommy's
eyes, the look on his face when he'd
gazed at her, back in her apartment,
nor the rather surprising re-action
it had stirred within her. Neverthe-
less, she wondered if, in her desire
to tease, she had not been too hasty
and overstepped the bounds. But
that, of course, was absurd! She
was she and she knew it, and Tom-
my was only Tommy.
Just the same a desire to flirt
persisted in her mind, and before
she left the train she consulted her
vanity case. And she quite agreed
with the mirror that she was look-
ing her best. Tommy apparently
thought so, too, when he joined her
a moment later, calling to a rustic
guide to attend to Miriam's bags.
And Miriam was elated at his ob-
vious confusion. Seo in a spirit of
roguishness she held out her arms
to him, puckering irresistibly the
red of her luscious lips.
“Aren't you going to kiss me at
all?” she pretended to be hurt, and
almost giggled with glee when he
stared at her in amazement.
“Ch!” said Tommy confusedly. “1
And ther
he made up for the lack with
fierceness which left her breathless.
But Miriam put him in his place
when they reached the island and the
two were standing alone on the
porch of the picturesque old cabin.
“You overdid it terribly!” she laugh-
ingly reproved. “Men don't kiss
their wives in any such fashion as
that. If you can't behave more
like an old married couple we'd bet-
ter pretend to quarrer”
So while they sat at supper, and
later down by the sea, Miriam hel
herself aloof, although she tried to
be natural. Smoking in the silence
of the slowly fading day, she chat-
ted with him casually, just as she
together in her tiny living room.
And Tommy appeared to be quite
Their understanding was py ng ‘content with mere companionship.
she'd known him for months and
s n vy c
ei a Pr so far as she could
. observe from careful observation.
But after they had said good-
nignt outside the little cabin, and
Tommy was snugly rolled in his
bunk, he had a haunting vision of a
pair of enticing eyes behind long,
curving lashes. And in his sleep
he muttered, Miriam
him Tom Know how a husband kisses?”
But when Tommy awoke with the!
dawn and slipped out of doors for a |
plunge in the sea, he had quite for-
gotten the problem which had
plexed his dreams. In fact, as he
frolicked in the surf his
were with resentment
than sen t. He'd been a
to regret the kiss he'd planted
Miriam's lips with never a thought
of the harvest. And if she were!
really angered at the ardor he'd
displayed, why, she could remain
that way! :
It served her right, and he didn't’
intend to permit the incident to
spoil his brief vacation. In any,
event, what was a kiss between a
couple of pals? Anyway, it had
| been make-believe—a sop to Mir
|
i
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cigaret
iam’s foolish wish to masquerade as that it bore no platinum band. Not smile.
| that he feared
| “Hang it all!” He dived through a
wave. “Women don't know the
| meaning of being just a friend. The
| minute a girl fancies a man, she sits
up nights to think of ways to make
a fool of him! They prate about in-
| dependence, freedom and equal
| rights, but when it comes to a show-
down they want to hide behind some
| pretense of convention!”
And now she waved to him. “I'm
| coming in!” she called, and the
‘curve of her dive was as graceful
|as the contours of her Sgure. But
| siren.like as she seemed, as she
| swam with a graceful, sinuous stroke,
in the water and her
excited his admiration
‘jewel of a woman pal!
| pocket flask was empty.
d for you to step
(of my own, you know, and perhaps
and
forget for the time how
luring a mermaid Miriam
beach and raced to the cabin
he could not help but remark
himself that she was remarkable!
and groom. Yet in spite of the
close attention he gave to
dle cakes, Tommy didn't neglect to
observe the ingenue effect of Mir-
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gram was a hike about the island.
He purposely didn't suggest that
she accompany him, but after he'd
strolled about for nearly half an
hour, he found her at his side, con-
scious, of course, that she'd been
there since he started out. Well,
treat her all the time.
come along or stay behind, or do
whatever she pieased. He wasn't
going to seek or evade her com-
pany. Yet he liked the way she'd
entered into what he elected to do.
That was true companionship of the
sort that appealed to him. She
didn't even attempt to talk--this
But, al-
though he speculated, Tommy
couldn't fathom what was passing
through her brain.
“The thing's absurd!” he com-
plained to himself, as he prepared
for sleep. “I come up here to re-
lax and have nothing on my mind.
But because I brought this girl
along, I'm tied down hand and foot.
It's really worse than it would be
if she really were my wife!”
Yet somehow even the fish con-
spired to mar the solitude he'd
sought so eagerly, and Tommy
hadn’t the slightest doubt that Mir-
fam had bewitched them. In any
event, they wouldn't bite, and his
The day
was hot and he was tired and total-
ly out of temper. So what was the
use of staying out when it wasn't
any fun?
No percentage, he told himself,
and putting up the boat, he saunter-
ed back disconsolately to the island
(cabin. Apparently luscheon had been
‘served and the cook had disappear-
ed, likewise Miriam, so Tommy
stretched out disconsolately for a
nap in the hammock. But even
sleep declined to afford him restful
solace; so, out of sorts, he lighted
his Pre and sauntered off for a
stroll.
The afternoon was beautiful and
the sea as still as a pond, but he
wasn't enthused over nature when
he finally sat down, having searched |
quite unintentionally every possible
spot where Miriam might have gone.
But suddenly all moroseness p-
peared from his mood, as he saw a
brightly painted canoe glide around
the bend in the narrow strip of wa-.
ter which separated the island from
the State of Maine.
Removing his pipe from his mouth,
Tommy straightened nis tie and
scrambled to his feet. Resenting
this intrusion of his privacy, he has-
tened down to the beach to inter-
cept the bark that even then was
grating against his private sand. “I
say,” he warned. “You can't, I mean
you mustn't land—" And he gazed
into the brownest eyes that had ever
regarded him. :
“Mustn't what, old thing?” inquir- |
ed a sylphlike creature in a bathing
suit of black, which made her arms
and shoulders seem like chiseled
marble. “Are you married or just
a hermit; what's the big idea?”
“There really isn't any,” Tommy
answered lamely, wondering wheth-
er Miriam observed him from afar.
“But you see it wouldn't be r
ashore.” prope
“Oh, wouldn't it?” she countered
with a mellifiuvous laugh which dis-
concerted him. “Are you Robinson |
Crusoe, or maybe Mr. Bluebeard?
Do let me see dear Friday, or have
a peep at your harem!”
“My dear young woman,” Tommy
tried to be severely reproving, “I
assure you that you wrong me, but
there are potent reasons why it
would be better if you would go
away.”
She narrowed her eyes entrancing-
ly and smiled at him through lashes
that veiled their dan mirth.
Then her arms with a tired
little sigh, she asked for a cigarette.
He lit it for her with a trembling
hand, and thrilled at the touch of
her cool one, as he seated himself
‘on the side of her fragile craft.
“Since your island is so danger-
ous,” she proposed to him, “you'd Years
better act as chauffeur, and I'll tell
you where to paddle, I've an island
|
you'd like to see it. For since
we're neighbors, it's only polite for
;
Once they
i
about this
Covertly he glanced at
artistic fingers
daintily flecked
te; and to
ong,
the gi
her
irate husband, but
have hated to think of
to some neglectful
Yet, although her
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Tommy plied the canoe, and
made it fast to a tiny moss-grown |
wharf on a sizable island invisible
from his own. But as they went
up a winding path, at her invita.
tion, he realized that this island was |
like some fairy vision, and his heart |
grew heavy at the thought of the
money it represented. There were |
formal gardens and flowers in pro-|
fusion everywhere; sunken pools and |
fountains, bridges and pergolas; and |
»
| will 1
my arose with a bow.
“This really ought to be drunk to
you, but I don't know your name,” try
‘he stated inquiringly.
“Wouldn't it spoil things if you
did?” she gave him a sidelong
glance. “Suppose you call me Car-
men, and let it go at that. But
mind your pints and quarts—for I
may be dangerous. You know that
song that Carmen sings—If I love
thee, beware!" Not that I'm suggest-
ing any such tragedy.”
“‘Oh, death, where is thy sting?'"”
Tommy murmured grinningly, justa
little relieved that the masquerade
she proposed would eliminate the
need of further explanations con-
cerning the inhapitants of his per-
sonal domain. “What wonderful
material for a super-feature film!”
he observed sarcastically. “Robin-
son Crusoe and Carmen combined
with a hot-dog scene in the little
old Plaza del Toros, wherein the
faithful Friday gallantly slings the
bull!”
For a moment the girl's great dark
eyes regarded him humorously. Then
she burst out laughing and reached
for a cigarette. “All right,” she
announced in agreement with his
facetious mood. “Sup ose we start
the scenario. Later on we'll re-
hearse it.”
“I'm a competent director,” he
offered a sly suggestion. «] oan
work without a script-—and without
any need of a camera.”
“*‘Cut!"” she snapped good-humor-
edly, and quickly bit her lip, but
the familiar command of the lots
had instantly betrayed her. ‘Now,
don't ask any questions!” she warn-
ed him seriously. “Sit down and
let's try to figure out the craziest
plot for a picture that could be!
imagined. Did you ever really write
one?”
“My heavens, no!" Tommy dis-
claimed. “I never saw a movie
star; I never hope to see one. But,
T'll tell the cock-eyed world—I'd
rather see than be one!”
And she gave him an enigmatic
smile, pregnant with mischievous
challenge-—a taunt which made him
resolve that the plot he proposed to
invent was going to be really
“Is that moon your private stock ?"
Tommy smilingly asked as he look-
ed up at the square of sky above
the open patio. “Somehow it seems
so different from the moon I see at
my place.”
Then he looked across the table in-
vitingly set for two, and reveled in
the privacy of their intimate tete.a-
ete.
And in the hours, or was it years,
that they had known each other, an
unbelievable intimacy had blossom-
ed between the two. The fiction of
the scenario was discarded long ago,
and now they were laughingly liv-
ing the make-believe existence which
she had only suggested to sweep
away the barriers of their brief ac-
quaintance, and put him at his ease.
Yet he felt that his being there
must be some sort of dream; the
girl and the atmosphere, as well as
curious background, were entirely
too fastastic to possibly be real.
For, walled in as they were, only
the scent of the sea and the distant
roar of the surf served to recall to
Tommy the fact that this was
Maine. Otherwise he might have
believed that the two were the prin-
cipal characters in a South Ameri-
can romance.
But surely the high red heel of
her patrician slipper bore the weight
of a foot that was human,
arm about her, drew her close to
‘him and peering into the depths of ed pe
her eyes, kissed her fervently. The
perfume of her hair and the warmth
of her cheek against his set his
him away from her, she raised a
him give her another cigarette.
again
| brightened.
crisp white, puddh th ih a sifver | Seeded to decapitate a perfectly in-
the grid- tra asses, nocent egg.
a. appetizing array or “Oh!” said Miriam, at |
and sandwiches. Then, without a what the cook had brought her. “I
word, he promptly effaced himself. was we'd have fish. My
“Well, here's to Robinson Crusoe!” mouth was all set for one.”
The girl held up her glass and Tom-| “I'm sorry,” Tommy explained,
flushing under his tan. “They
weren't running well. I'm going to
." And his expression
Here was a ex-
cuse of which he would have need.
“How's the story going?”
“The outline's virtually finished,”
she announced with" satisfaction.
“But I'm rather in a quandary as to
how to end it. Maybe you wouldn't
mind if I ask your opinion?”
“I'm not very good at invention,”
he sidestepped awkwardly, and won- |
dered al the little lines which form-
ed about the corners of Miriam's
eyes and mouth.
I can help you,” he added generous-
ly, willing to be a martyr if that
would keep her quiet.
But his offer was more than he'd
bargained for, as it soon began to
rain, coming down in buckets and
lasting all day long. So, of course,
tnere was nothing for them to do
but remain indoors together, and as
the hours slowly passed, Tommy's
nerves were growing more and more
on edge. What a perfect day it
would have been to spend alone with
Carmen; but what could be more
stupid than spending it where he
was? And now from the projection
room of his fuddled brain there
flashed upon memory's screen a
close-up of languorous dark-brown
eyes which mocked him maliciously.
Then, to cap the climax, Miriam
appeared with one of those infernal
cross word puzzle books. “What
five-letter word,” she asked him, “is
a synonym for “lover'?”
“Idiot!” he snapped.
“How did you guess it?” Miriam
asked. “That is the plot of my
story! Wait till I get the manu-
script and see if you can help me.”
“Heaven help me!” he muttered
as she went for itt But, to his
amazement, the story which she be-
gan to read was as different from
her usual style as Miriam was her-
self from the girl he thought he had
known. And, darn it, being there
with her in that coezy little room,
with the raindrops beating rythmic-
ally against the lead-paned win-
dows, somehow soothed his
tience and made him strangely con-
tent.
So gradually he edged his chair
nearer and nearer to hers, and he
began to listen with increasing fas-
cination. This fiction web that she'd
woven completely enmeshed his in-
terest, and now it strc stirred
his latent imagination. n, hard-
ly knowing what he did, he slipped
his arm about her and Miriam did
not resist. Instead she glanced
quietly up at him with a sort of
eager, hungry look in the depths of
‘her jade-blue eyes.
“Mim, it’s a wow—a masterpiece!”
—he praised it honestly. “It gets
one, girl-—it does. But you've got
to make that poor darned fish wake
up and appreciate the fact that he's
been a nut!”
“But would it be true to life?"
she asked him anxiously.
I've never tried to write a yarn like
this before.”
“I'll tell the world it would!” he
told her fervently. And with sud-
den understanding what had prompt- |
‘ed her plot, he enfolded her in his
arms. But even as he kissed away
the tears that stained her cheeks, he
felt like an utter cad, and the dark-
brown eyes he'd been mooing about
seemed to mock him again.
Then, as Miriam drew from his
arms and looked at him in a way
that was disconcerting,
i strangely
though : there came a. knock at the door— |
- And just to make sure and in answer to Tommy's summons | school
that he was awake, he slipped his the cook came into the room. “EX- time of which will be
cuse my interruptin’,” he stammer-
exedly. “But there's a yel-
‘low heathen in a launch down by
the wharf. He says you
a lady's canoe, an' can he have it
heart a-pounding and proved that back. Her husband showed up this
‘she was real. Then, as she pushed morning and she's afraid hell miss
1 it."
the moment, Tommy turned from
“But, of course, if |
impa-
“You see,
i
and
' Divini
| The degrees will
| President Ralph D. Hetzel.
| Twelve of the seniors to be grad-
(uated at this time will have com-
| pleted their courses in less than
four years through attendance at
Summer sessions of the college.
| Sixteen, of those to be presented for
| bachelor's degrees by the School of
| Education have either taken a con.
| siderable portion of their work in
the summer sessions or have come
to Penn State with advanced stand-
ing from the State Teacher's col-
leges.
i Those of the class to be graduated
who are from Centre county are the
following:
Miss Sylvia E. Mullin, 145 north
Atherton street, State College, arts
and letters, School of the Liberal
|Arts. She is a member of Delta
Gamma, social fraternity, Alpha
Lambda Delta, women's honorary
scholastic fraternity, and the Penn
State Players.
Hugo Bezdek, Jr. 208 Burrowes
street, State College, arts and let-
ters, School of the Liberal Arts. He
was a member of the varsity golf
team for three years and Phi Gam-
a Delta, social fraternity.
| Russell K. Fishburn, 241 south
Barnard street, State College, animal
husbandry, School of Agriculture
He was a member of the Block and
Bridle Club, the meat judging team
and the live stock judging team
while in college.
William F. Strouse, R. F. D. 1
State College, mechanical engineer-
ing, School of Engineering. He is
a member of the American Society
of Mechanical Engineers.
Vernon Austin Williams, 133 soutt
Sparks street, State College, nature
‘education, School of Education. He
attended Juniata College for fow
years before enrolling at Penn State
Miss Emma B. Budinger, Snow
Shoe, education, School of Education
James David Burke, H dairy
production, School of Agriculture
‘He is a member of the
| American Dairy Science Club anc
Penn State Poultry Club. He alsc
competed on the dairy judging team
LOCAL SCHOOLS WILL
HUNUK WASHINGTON
The George Wasnington bi-centen
nial commission is asking the school:
and the school caniidren taro
the United States to join in cele
!brating the two nundredth anniver
| Sary or the birth of George Wash
‘ington. The commission will fur
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| Wahu rageants of differen
lengths, cantatas, playlets, dances
ana games are available. Motio
| pictures showing the inside and out
| side of Mount Vernon and, also, col
ored slides, can be had. In th
‘motion pictures original costume
and uniforms worn by George Wash
ington and the one dress extant o
‘Martha Washington will be seer
The school children are also urge
plant trees in memory of Georg
£832,50
very attractiv
“George Washing
The music is an
appealing. ee ol
will give the program
|ic that Washington Knew,"
The public is cordially invited
activities, the exa«
announce
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HIGH SCHOOL GLEE CLUB
i MAKES PREMIER TODA
This morning the glee club of ti
Bellefonte High school will give i
er performance before the a
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(warning finger, and reprovingly bade Crimson, and unable to answer for | sembly and will render three or foi
attractive choruses in thr
very
“I really believe you must be Rob- | the cook with a gesture to Miriam. and four parts. The soloists of ti
inson Crusoe!” she said.
least you are a cavemen who's been
on a desert island for years and
and years. And you
old dear, I warned you to beware of
me! I haven't told a e
thing about my terrible past—and,
honestly, you'd never suspect even
the half of it!”
“You're wonderful!” he breathed,
looked at him quizzically.
perhaps you'll come again, but now,
although I'm sorry, I must ask you
He was like a chastened schoolboy
in his disappointment, but a glance
at his watch advised him that it was
11 o'clock. “I suppose I'd better
start,” he managed to summon a
g
ficult, and I am only human.”
“Granted!” she admitted with a
twinkle in her eys. “But I'll lend
you the cance. You can send it
back in the m pn
“But when am I to see you?” he
urged impetuously, and caught her
“The evening after tomorrow,”
she promised after a moment, and
evading his arms, fled up the stair
which led to the balcony. “Good-
night, dear Robinson Crusoe!" she
called to him over the rail. “Yoshi
ight you down to the dock.
Then she disappeared and Tommy
felt like a husband who had for-
gotten to phone that he would be
detained.
know, |
lon the level with you,” he said ina
‘sheepish tone.
“Oh, you needn't
smiled through
| “But suppose
give the Chink his canoe.
Then, when the servant
them, she stood on the tips of
toes
i
‘poor
'didn’t quite know how, and
even so sure that he wanted
awakened—"
“You mean—?” he gasped as it
“The walking may be dif- dawned upon him what Miriam had | went to the
done.
“YT mean that I was lonely, thatl
wanted you, and you never seemed
to know it, back there in New York.
So I thought that if we
came up here we'd both find out the
truth, but I saw that wouldn't work.
|to him again as both of them arose. Then, on the morning that you went
off with your bait and tackle, I saw
la girl that T knew paddling her
| canoe—""
| “Oh, I see!” said Tommy stiffly.
| “So I was right in the first place.
| From start to finish you set out to
| make a monkey of me!”
| “T didn't, Tom,” she pleaded. “You
| don’t get me at all. T only wanted
to prove that Darwin was perfectly
‘right, that a monkey is the makings
“Or at “I might as well own up, and begin morning will be Annette Decker ar
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sobbing on
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tion, that while he
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“I'll say
Tommy declared with a grin.
I must have been an awful dub
need such a strenuous course. Wi
Mim, little pal, I might ha:
known—"'
“That will do!” She stopped hi
“Spiritual affection is a very bee
tiful thing, but let me tell you, To
my Vance, there eventually comes
time when Plato gets provoked!
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