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Show His First i Love Br ELLA SAUNDERS (, 1J4, Weitorn Nwippr Union.) TVA'AY, he's the dearest boy. And A"- we love each other aa I'm sure no two persons ever loved before. And as soon as he's saved up enough money for furniture we're to be married. mar-ried. And not a soul Is to be told." Dorothy had all the enthusiasm of seventeen. She and May had been friends for years. They bad passed through school together. Why shouldn't should-n't Dorothy confide In May about her engagement to Harry, rather than to her parents! , There would have been a dreadful time If she had done that Her father would have laugiied In that crude manner of his, and her mother would have made trouble. Harry and she were Just made for each other. They had suddenly discovered dis-covered It a few days before, when they were walking home at night together to-gether from the dance. He had taken her In tils arms and kissed her, and she hud kissed him back. No other boy had ever kissed hernot like that, any way. They bad declared themselves engaged en-gaged at once, and were to be married. And only May was to know because she was Dorothy's best friend. Mjiy had always shared Dorothy's sympathies, but she bad not been very fond of Harry, whom she only knew slightly. It wus with delicious tremors that Dorothy took May to meet Harry the following afternoon at the rendezvous, rendez-vous, the scrub oak patch on the north side of the town. "I want you two to like each other because you are both my best friends," siie said. They shook hands and agreed that they hadn't understood each other before, be-fore, and that they would unite In friendship for Dorothy's sake. How proud Dorothy felt I Before she left Harry it was arranged ar-ranged that they were to meet secretly secret-ly lu the same place at twilight tne next day. There wan renllv nn why Hurry shouldn't have" come to Dorothy's house, only it seemed more romantic. All the next morning Dorothy went about the housework in a dream. "What's the matter with you, child?" deniunded her mother. "Nothing," answered Dorothy meekly. Her mother, who had once been young, too, looked at her rather closely, close-ly, but did not say anything more. And how time lagged that afternoon I At last the sun descended, and Dorothy, putting on her hat, made her way In trepidation to the scene of the rendezvous. rendez-vous. She waited half an hour, but Harry did not appear. Disturbed and anxious, anx-ious, she made her way homeward in the dark. In the shndow of a high hedge she suddenly heard voices. They were those of Harry and May. She stopped, and after she had heard the first few words she went on listening. lis-tening. "But what will you tell her. Harry?" "Oh, 1 11 make up someUiing." "Are you going to let her know?" "No, I'll let her flud It out little by little," answered Hurry. "I think that's kindest." Toor kid. It's such a shume; she's so fond of you," said May. "Do you know, yesterday I didn't know whether to laugh or cry when she asked us to like each other for tier suke. She hasn't the least Idea that we were engaged before." "We can't let her know that." "Wouldn't It be awful If she did suspect that you only asked her to marry you out of pique at me?" "Those are things that are mercifully merci-fully conceuled from the simple." "She Is simple, Isn't she!" The sound of a kiss followed. "roor Dorothy!" sighed May In Harry's arms. "You're quite sure It was pique, Harry? lou haven't a tiny, lingering fondness for her?" "Darling, there can never be any one for me but you Dorothy slipped off home In the darkness. She had gone through the crucible, and she knew that thenceforward thence-forward everything would be entirely different. Just for the moment she felt thut In a queer way she was uplifted. up-lifted. She was not suffering mat would come luter. |
