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before. It rounded into frank eager' ness when she accepted his invitation.
Bob found himself looking forward with odd excitement to seeing this girl he had known so long and yet had never known at all. Her pathetic eagerness cried out to him, and he responded with a sort of protective fondness. He was surprised to find that he was even a little restless waiting to see her.
At last the hour arrived, bringing with it a surprise quite beyond all understanding.
Ellen's eyes were not faded! They were blue — a live, sparkling blue that laughed happily and glowed from inside. A becoming blue dress gave them able support. The shoulders that used to droop so dejectedly were proud now, and straight. Even tawny hair can be utterly charming when it is treated right.
Bob stared, unbelieving.
"You're beautiful, Ellen," he said slowly. He said, "You're beautiful, Ellen," just like that, and it made sense. He didn't say it easily, lightly, the way men do when it is expected of them. He said it soberly, with wonder, as if he had to say it.
CCyOU'RE beautiful, Ellen." In X the days that followed the words echoed and reechoed through her mind. They were a bright thread that wove purpose and meaning into her life. They were true!
Each time she looked into the mirror she was astonished at what she saw. If she had not looked into the mirror at all she would have known something wonderful was happening to her. She could feel the happiness
welling up inside to sparkle in her eyes and find its way into gay laughter that fell from her lips. And Bob told her again and again that it was so, that she was beautiful.
His eyes told her more. They told her unmistakably that he was begin' ning to care for her. Perhaps he would have loved her had it not been for Crystal.
Crystal. Suddenly Ellen knew she hated Crystal, hated her with an in' tensity that was frightening. She felt always she must have hated her.
Ellen saw now that the proud, selfish girl had used her as a foil for her beauty and her romance, never as a friend.
Crystal would be coming back soon, coming back to say "Yes" to Bob unless she had succeeded in her designs on Harvey Slade. This thought was the dark shadow on an otherwise beautiful new horizon.
Ellen thought long and hard. It wasn't fair to Bob, she reasoned. Crystal was holding him in reserve as a second choice. If he knew — . She frowned.
Bcb was beginning to care for her. Of that she was certain. But she was so new, so untaught in this strange game of love. Could she pit her resources against the experience of a schemer like Crystal?
Her problem lent a sort of gravity to her youthful beauty and made it all the more appealing. She could feel Bob's tenderness reaching out to console her, seeking to share her thoughts. At times, when she dwelt too long on the dread of Crystal's return, there were flashes of sharp anger in her eyes and a quick decisiveness in her