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Show E; For Claries j KATHRYN POOR tlfiOME, Rate," said Rufus, v "we've got to thresh this out.' "You bet. li we have to split, let's face it chan up, Rufe. Let's go up to the Roost." Rafford and Rufus were the redheaded red-headed Randal twins, aged 17. The Roost was their private sanctum in the barn loft. "Rate," Rufe began, his voice trembling, "tl.is is hard. We haven't had girl trouble before. We don't know which one she'll like. I know she's the only girl for me and if she doesn't choose me, I'll have to go away and become a world wanderer or a sailor or something." some-thing." He sighed. "Yep," his brother answered, . - "the way she stuck 3- Minute to us at par,ty imiiuic shQwed we made Fiction a great hit. She I ' didn't expect to meet anybody like us out here in the country." "Gosh, can't you see her? That gorgeous black hair, eyes swimming swim-ming in beauty. Like soft velvet you knowi like that gown of Ma's, her grace, her sweet and gentle voice like trees murmuring In the breeze, her tones of sweetest muslo a'tearir.g up my heart." "Just where did you get that?" "Read some poetry. Takes you right off the earth. Eyes of moonlight, moon-light, teeth of pearl, . hair of midnight, mid-night, peerless girl " ''Say, what was Nancy telling you last night?" "She said I was a moonstruck ass and I said she little knew the pangs of love. The wound by Cupid's dart shot out to kill, for her sweet sake my blood I'll spill. OhI When I think what's happened to me!" "Me too. She almost said right out she was losing her heart." "She said that to me too. Clarice " Rufe rolled the word out "Isn't It a wonderful name? Just fits her. Did you call her Clarice?" "She asked me to. Sweet name. My sweet Clarice." "You're a fast worker, boy. Listen! Lis-ten! It rests so sweetly in my heart, ( the gentle name Clarice. I dream , of when she will be mine, to love, adore, caress." "By jinks, Rate, do you s'pose we'll turn into poets?" . Rufe was startled. "Love will do anything. Think she'll want us to dye our hair?" "She said she loved our hair. Showed great personality, was very distinctive." "Listen, there's a car." Can you see who it is?" "Gosh, Rufe, it's her Clarice. She's come to see us." A car was entering the driveway. In it was a vivid, black-haired girL Her companion was a serious-look- Three men In her life? tag young man with a likable smile, several years older than herself. She called: "Yoc-hoo anybody home?" Rufus and Rafford came from the barn trailing hay and straw. "Oh, hello, boys," she said. "I'm going home tomorrow and wanted to lay goodbye. This is my fiance, Alan Gordon. Alan, Rufus and Rafford Raf-ford Randal. They were sweet to me at Mona's party. I had such 1 a lovely time." "That was very nice of you. Glad to meet you both," smiled the Intruder. In-truder. Clarice said: We'll have to go. Alan came to take me home. We're going to be married next week. Look us up when you come to town. Goodbye and good luck!" Handwaving, they drove away. "Clare, that's quite a pair," said Alan. "Unusual, one might say." "You see why I wanted you to meet them. But Alan " with a side-long glance, "I did have a good time." i "I Imagine you did," he said with an amused laugh. "I'm ashamed of you." The twins stared at eaci other for several minutes after the visitors vis-itors had gone. Then in perfect unison uni-son they ejaculated, "Women!" "Rare, let's go fishing tomorrow." "Let's," said Rafe. They looked at each other sorrowfully. Then simultaneously they burst into loud laughter. |