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Show WHEN HISTORY S'i REPEATED ITSELF ; fa ? , W'l ? BY IN-A WHIGHT HANSON. rcyyTliiht, 1C-M, by Ina Wright Hanson.) I i ISS EUGENIE BAItNETT M looked discontentedly across II the veranda at her blond cousin ! in the cushion-piled hummock. ' Toave no business to he so pretty. J ' js& Knox, and to look so absurdly III j rrtfiS You are 3ust a9 old a!? 1 am I iid'that Is twonty-s " t 5'Hu!h'." The little widow sat up i ccilv. "Tou musn't, Eugenie.' If it think we are you up. and never llijiwicledse that we are not young, m, iTl fool the people Into thinking 'I tf ili'W noeket edition of blue and j isM,'" continued Eugenie morosely. - fihii's what Doctor Hunt called you, ltd It suits you, too. 1 tell you Julia, . i jftJIttls short of tragedy to worship ft viXtfutr aj 1 '1 nnd De homely as a ie fence myself" ' ';Tke cypress hedge lence at the s. fost of my garden ia beautiful, I I'i tilsk." said the widow, lying back tacj Tier cushions again. "Find brtfctr simile, Eugenie." ;Tfc girl turned away Impatiently i ?lih smarting eyes. She was do tired i the continually blooming breakers I cd drearily whistling buoy. She J Jtiifd she hadn't come to California ! tj rial Julia Knox. If Julia weren't j dow, or if Doctor Hunt weren't j JFarting his vacation here, or If Julia 1 'trtn't io pretty and she so plain, or j?. Ij "Eastnle, dear!" Mrs. Knox looked f-t-or half-shut, baby-blue eyes, "do i iw think it wa prearranged for you I la Frankie Hunt and nie to play to-. to-. I Hu.tr a3 children and meet again mi J Sar.la Crur, ay grown-ups? Don't alti,nk thjt doctor Hunt " 6 ' "'unC3 m' 80(1 name?" 0 i y a ta" yu,1S man came ;ijtiita the porch corner he saw only '! M Knox Her coueln had dls- 'Vj EuBsnle entered her room hfr 1 wain's clear tones Moated through J open window. ,?SJS hav'ng one of her spells ;5J W.o because she isn't a Helen of nah ',5-and it reminds me of our .school 1 ill1' ,, lu remember when she j ij? o,f her hair in a rage because it 2 w T n find straJglu Instead of yel- -' vfi-acd curly IlkK mine?" 'Vr fc;0 1 caU that mean of Julia," inA n thouuht. her face going crim-inT,-i hii . heard them laugh. If she i3 alkM shut the window Just then she Jff1 uav& heard the doctor's answer. Jitifi t&U? b,ut EuPCl(? thlnlcs her Ib II r?, ni sood t0 l0lt t." ,R1B ir?Br,d ,by Julia ascended the stairs topped at her cousin's door. Lector Hunt has his auto here and kh-- us to ride with him. Get your MiiC(l tome on." 'attpDks" 1 navo ""other engage- Jw,..r!Rh,i" answered the widow mi B'" try t0 makc up for your ! IjL'1 doubt -V obasrved Eugenie. K wcnt iown live steps and 'm ,Sho wrlnklc-d her white brow "t ?mll.'.gl'' Bielod and went back. Irtfl Kiliv h sbe ca,,fcl1 ot,-v' her KVA Z VlVi ..al 1110 Heyhole. "did no 'a bl 5 tcl1 you that ''Hong with the ' S tS; you inherited ,the Barnett - 1 fr, making fol:s like you?" .JaS m.f 'ealurcH relaxed. a l,uffed awav. j-afctl?,nd.tni,led ack Into the past. - HU u,ta a Jlttla dark-faced girl again. Eli';? n Frankie Hunt, her- vorn in UunlU her touain,. Julia Epph, Wi JnnS001, Pci'snliled dulntlne?s M? -PI"'8- frm her blue bow on IflK'lfnyipJora 10 lhc black bows 0,1 KtenJli6116'' IoneI' on hr IBt(r hl arouad the beech tree t, IKtth ,r &i,d hfc had always played PB I K8a'v rnethlng the men- JiUSf a Krcfn. flanie leap Into "iWiof . vYh,,ch hc had ben digging JfPi black bu'n for her. Eugcn .Tujia's mother's porch, eating cookies. "With her free hand Julia smoothed her ruffled white nprr-n complacently. "He says he loves mo the best of anybody," she announced cociuettlnhly. "Tomorrow is the last day of school," 'answered her cousin, "and my mamma jviys I may wear my lovely new dress. Then you'll see whom he likes besL" The fair Julia tossed her golden curly and answered grandly: "I think dresses won't makc any difference in his love." "You'll see," Eugenie replied darkly. That night Eugenie braided her fiomewhat curtailed tresses into nume-rouse nume-rouse tight, little braids. Next day, arrayed ar-rayed In 'the new dress how well she "Eugenie, vheve in tho world nro you going -with that dirty dog?" remembered the gay plaids with fluttering flut-tering ribbons, kinky locks and the mien of a conqueror, she entered the schoolroom school-room after the other children were seated. Wltn cleverly assumed carelessness she glanced In Julia's direction. That young lady was wearing the same dress she had worn several times before, and glory! that same old, white apron. Eugenie Eu-genie wore no apron. She had been forced to start with one, but l,t was. lying ly-ing ingloiiously under a stone in a. fence corner. Retribution lay within Its crumpled folds, but retirbutlon could wait. Just before roceas she looked at Frankle Hunt. His eyes had been fixed upon her all the morning, and now he smiled entreatingly. Eugenie modestly lowered her eyes. At recess she stayed In her seai; being very busy with her geography. Frankle Hunt was trying a refractory shoe string. When the teacher teach-er was out of sight he jumped over four intervening desks to Eugenie's seat. "You look awful nice, 'Genie. Will you be my girl?" he said. And Eugenie answered solemnly: "If you'll cross your heart an' hope-to-die you'll always love me better'n Julia Epps." The woinnn Eugenie laughed and came back tothe present. "History sometimes repeaLs Itself,"4 she remarked. "1 don't seo now why Julia Knox" A half mile from Mrs. Knox's cottage the red auto, puflilng back, came upon a surprising sight. A young woman, looking at once defiant and upologetlc. her white drcEs mud-sDattercd and blood-stained, nor -brown hair blown 7"&r V r 4T 2d about b ya nancy sea breeze, stood by the roadside, holding in hor arms a dilapidated yellow mongrel, one leg swathed stifiT In plaid silk bandages. "Eugenie, where In the- world are you going with that dirty dog?" shrilled tlie widow. "Home," answered Eugenie laconclal-ly, laconclal-ly, turning toward a short cut across the hill. "What's this?" and Dr. Hunt stepped out of the auto. "Broken leg. eh? Well, old fellow, you jarc in luck to get a capable surgeon in your hour of calamity. calam-ity. Silk bandages, too. I wonder if tho splints are gold or ivory." "I had forgotten my handkerchief, so I had to use my neck ribbon," she explained, ex-plained, starting to go. "Get in here, Genie!" He used the pet name as in the old days. "This is belter bel-ter than walking." "Oh, don't!", shrieked Julia Knox. "Don't gel in here with that awful dog! X can't bear the sight of blood!" She closed her eyes shuddcringly. The little dog whined softly and tried to lick Eugenie's face. Her pulses leaped as she met the doctor's eyes. "You did it scientifically, and you aren't a bit pale. Shouldn't you like to be a doctor?" "Or a doctor's wife?" suggested Julia Knox, a trifle maliciously. ''Will. you, dear?" ho asked eagerly, watching tho color flood her dark check. "Will -you be the doctor's wife?" "Well," said the pretty widow, explosively, explo-sively, "I guess I'm not needed here. Eugenie, if you can guarantee that little lit-tle beast not to bite I suppose I can take him home for you." "I can't," said Eugenie happily, starting start-ing for the third time across the hill. "But," Interposed the doctor, "you haven't answered my question. Will you be my girl, 'Genie?" She looked back nt him with radiant ojes and answered with mock solemnity: solem-nity: "If you'll cross your heart and hope to die that you'll always love me better'n bet-ter'n Julia Knox." |