Judge — March 29, 1919 — page 14: what you’re looking at

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tebe - ~ Sn Drawn by 3. R. Suaven “Want a lift, sonny?” “No thanks, I've got a music lesson at three, an’ if I walk maybe I'll be too late.” fied were an improvement on the hands he had brought back, for his hands surely had been treated rough Over There. After a fair interval Louise appeared. Apparently she also had been intimate with a mirror. She looked stunning—her color seemed nature’s own—in the long, slender-lined mode of the day. It was so different from the monotonously-severe dress of the women Harry had seen in France, for he had not had the pleasure of a visit to Paris. Harry had laughed at barrages and side-stepped shells, but confusion held him now. Louise saw it, and although she might have misinterpreted it she took a reassuring initiative. ‘He is going to apologize—and explain,” she thought. “And really he is a fine fellow.” Truth was that Louise was very fond of Harry. She advanced and took the hand he managed to present. When they had met in this same room, just before Harry went over, they had been in each other's arms for a precious moment, for the coast had been clear. Probably at that former time they would have been in each other’s arms for that moment even if the maid or. somebody else had stood looking on. It was surely different now, for some reason. There is a telepathy that enforces restraint in certain circumstances, Louise waved Harry to a seat; and as he saw that she at once sat beside him his courage returned. He thrust an arm about her and seemed on the point of kissing her. “Wait! There’s something—” she started, as she rose. But she had a second thought when she saw his blank look and resumed her seat. His arm had become decorous. “Then you're not glad to see me, Louise?” “In a way! “T want some informa- tion, Harry.” “Information? What? Before I went away. remember what we said to each other here—right in this room—and what—” “Oh, yes. But you have had time to say the same things to some other girl—perhaps to. several And I've been waiting a year for this moment!” “Have you—really? And there is no other girl in your class—I've never seen one—I mean as far as I am concerned.” Why shouldn’t you say that—now? I suppose if you were with some other girl you’d say the same.” “Louise!” “The latest letter I got from you wasn’t just like some you had written me, Harry.” something in it that pleased “Wasn't there you?” “Not a thing.” “We-h-a-t? I said a lot of things I really meant. Things inspired by the understanding we seemed to have—in this very room—and by something else that was and is very dear to me. You must know what I “Oh, la-la! almost like love—in the letter, I admit. “And you didn’t answer it!” “And it began with an epithet of endearment. You wrote ‘dear girl.” But—well, there’s something you must explain. That’s why I have received you so for- mally—just as I should receive any other—any ordi- nary—soldier friend, you know.” “T don’t know what you are getting at, Louise.” “Oh, you must know what I mean!” “But I don’t! The blooming Censor must have blotted out the best parts of it.” “Oh, no! It wasn’t censored that way. mark on the envelope.” “But had it been opened?” “Yes. Here it She produced a letter from some unsuspected place with a movement as deft ict “You see it was addressed to me She held up the envelope. ‘And it’s in dwriting. Did you write to any one else There was something like love—or And—” Just his your han that day Harry thought a moment. “I don’t remember.” “But see! You begin this letter ‘Dear Maude,’ and ‘dear Maude’ must have received the letter you meant for me!” And it was up to Harry to make good for a rein- closing: blunder of the Censor’s. comicbooks.com