Part 8 (2/2)

”Here are the papers, Captain Bannister,” I said in a voice I tried to make coldly sarcastic, as is fitting when talking to a man who has let his wedding make him forget his country's business.

Captain Bannister whirled around and faced me with a look of astonishment that changed to annoyance when he saw the bag. He did not offer to take it from my outstretched hand. He could not look into my eyes. He stood there, his face getting redder every minute, while the people stared curiously. At last he pulled himself together and took the bag. ”Thank you,” he said in a flat voice.

A dozen hands pulled the bag away from him. ”Let's see the papers, Banny,” called several voices. ”Are they the plans of your wedding journey or your new home?”

He made a desperate effort to regain possession of the bag, but they kept it away from him and opened it. Then such a roar of laughter went up as I have never heard. Everybody was laughing but the bride, and she looked like a thundercloud. Soon the things from the bag were being handed around and I saw what they were. They were a girl's ballet dress, very flimsy and very short and very much bespangled; a pair of light blue silk stockings and a pair of high-heeled dancing slippers.

Standing on the edge of the crowd I heard one man explain to another, between snorts of laughter, how Captain Bannister had taken part in a show that the soldiers had given a week before and had worn that ballet dress. His bride-to-be had been at the show, and being a very straight-laced sort of a person had been very much shocked at the men dressed as girls. She didn't know that Captain Bannister had been one of them, and he didn't intend that she should find out. Some of his friends knew this and for a joke they got hold of the handbag in which he had packed his clothes for his wedding journey and hid them away, putting in the ballet dress instead. He found it out on the way out to the college, and conceived the brilliant idea of leaving it there. He figured that a suit like that found in a girls' college would cause no commotion; nothing like what would happen if his bride should find it among his things. But of all things--here the man who was telling all this nearly turned inside out--somebody sees him leave the bag behind and chases after him with it!

I fled without ever looking behind. My heart was broken, my life wrecked, my hopes shattered. My Captain, my Man, whose eyes had told me the secret of his love, was pledged to another! If I hadn't known it beyond any doubt, I wouldn't have believed such perfidy possible. And the ”valuable papers” he was carrying around were nothing but a girl's dancing dress!

For this I had raced to catch the train, for this I had ridden on a truck with a dead horse! No doubt he had lied to Dr. Thorn about the bag, because he was afraid he would find out what really was in it.

Righteous anger drowned my heartbroken tears. With head high I wandered down to the swimming pool in the gym and prepared to go in.

”Oh, Hinpoha, come and watch me do the new back dive,” called Agony. She mounted the diving platform and went off badly, striking the water with the flat of her back and making a splash like a house falling into the water. She righted herself and swam around lazily.

”Hinpoha,” she said suddenly, popping her head out of the water like a devil fish, ”what did you ever do with them all? I expected to get at least one.”

”What did I do with what?” I asked in bewilderment.

”Chocolates, sweet cherub,” said Agony, kicking the water into foam with her feet. ”I sent you five pounds.”

”_You_ sent them?” I echoed blankly.

”Yes, dearest child, I sent them, and it took the last of my birthday check. Who did you think sent them?” And with a malicious grin she sank down under the surface of the water.

So it had been Agony who had sent the chocolates, and not Captain Bannister! I might have known---- Oh, what a fool I had been!

”What did you do with them all?” came Agony's teasing voice from the other end of the pool, where she had risen to take the air.

”Wouldn't you like to know?” I said mysteriously.

Agony looked at me gravely for a minute. ”Didn't I hear Gladys putting you to bed that night and going off for hot water?” she murmured dreamily. ”Seems to me I have a faint, far off recollection.” She made little snorting noises, plainly in imitation of a pig, and sank below the surface again.

I was filled with a blind fury at Agony. I wanted to jump on her and choke her. I had been standing on the diving board and on the spur of the moment I went off backwards. I had only one thought in my mind; to reach Agony and duck her as she deserved. There was a great shout as I went off, followed by a round of applause.

”What is it?” I asked, coming up and blinking stupidly at the knot of watchers gathered around the pool.

”The Hawaiian dive!” they cried. ”You did it perfectly. Do it again.”

Agony came up out of the pool and watched enviously. For four weeks she had been practising that dive and hadn't mastered it yet. I hadn't ever hoped to learn it. And here I had done it the very first time! They made me do it again and again, and clapped until the ceiling echoed as I got the somersault in every time. It was glorious. I forgave Agony for fooling me about the Captain; I even forgave the Captain for the time being. _He_ could go off and get married if he wanted to; _I_ could do the Hawaiian back dive!

”How did you ever do it?” asked Agony enviously, as we dressed together, ”somersault and all? Do you really think there's any chance of my ever doing it?”

”Sure, you'll do it some day,” I replied out of the fullness of my wisdom,--”if you get mad enough.”

Your broken-hearted, Hinpoha.

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