Richmond Womans College - Puffs and Patches Yearbook (Richmond, VA)

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. Romance O BObb1e 'I' was long after midnight and the lights all over the house were out, everything was quiet save now and then the sound of footfalls or the roll of wagon wheels. and yet Bobbie was still awake, going over the events of the day. That had been a strenuous one for her. because she had been on the go every minute until she retired. llobbie was a bright kind of a girl and full of fun. She had very black eyes which told many a tale that could never have been spoken. I-ler hair was jet black. which 'fell in ringlels about her oval face. She made a very pretty picture as she sat at the window, her chin resting on her hand, looking into the night as if in hopes of seeing someone, and occasionally could be heard a sigh and I wonder if he-I wonder- and then linally Uh, pshaw! l am so silly to be sitting here when I should be in bed. l3obbie's mother and father were both dead, so she lived with her aunt in a very large house on Riverside Drive, New York. She had lived there ever since she was about live years old, consequently her aunt was almost like a motherg in fact, Bobbie called her Mother. The next morning Bobbie did not awaken until long after noon. and perhaps she would not have awakened then if it hadn't been for Marie, her maid, calling, Miss Bobbie. the phone. Bobbie jumped out of bed, and, with her heart all in a tiutter, answered the phone- Hello-Yes, this is me-No, I do not-VVho?-NVelll XVhat do you want?-Wfant me to make up, do you?-XfYell. I wou't -and with that she slammed off the phone and went back to her room saying, XVell, I think he had his nerve. l forgot to say that llobbie had had a falling out with her best boy friend, Philip Quenton, all on account of jealousy, and she being in such a rage would not listen to reason. So when the maid brought Philip Quenton's card later on in the day, Bobbie sent word that she was not in. 'l'hat night she had her supper sent up to her as she was not feeling very well and would not be down. I-ler aunt brought the supper all fixed up beautifully. On entering the room she saw that liobbie looked worried and she asked, XVhat's the matter with you, Bobbie? You don't look well-anything worrying you ? No, mother, I just have a little headache, and I am sure I will be all right in the morning. IVith that her aunt went out. only to return, bringing with her a box of Howers. These came this afternoon-I forgot to tell yotlfi .Xfter her aunt had gone again Bobbie, opening the box. found a letter inside ad- dressed iu a well-known hand. She opened the letter and read: IDI-:ixmcs'r Bomnllz: The violets I am sending you are to represent just a wee bit of my love for you. They are also to plead for me, since they can be in your presence and I cannot. l called this evening to try to explain to you what you misunderstood, but. as it seemed. you were out. Listen. dearest, I am going west tomorrow and l would love to see you once before I go. XVon't you give me this one pleasure F'-if so. set a candle in your north window at nine o'clock. l will be sure to see it and will call tomorrow before I leave. Please do this for your PHIL. 37

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mega Sigma FOUNDED I9o9 - CHARTERED I9o9 SQRORES IN COLLEGIO Class of 1914 Class of IOI-5 VYIOLET LEE DAUGI-ITREY VIRGINIA LEE AMOS NIARGUERITE FREDDA STOLTZ RI'TH LEE KEELER LILLIAN ,ALAINE SAVAGE ,ALYSI3 GERTRUDIE IQOUNTREE LENA NIAUDE YVINN I-IENRIETTA STORMONT IKATHERINE STORIIONT Sfwcials TABITHA DEVISCONTI EVA EVELYN GILL GRA MARGARET LISKEY H onorary M amber FRANCIS JEFFERSON VVALTER 86

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Bobbie read the note through in almost one breath. This was such a shock to her. Philip going away? Her Phil-and she might never see him again. Oh! the very thought chilled her through and through, but this feeling soon left her and she was once more the jealous-hearted creature who hated Philip Quenton. She did Hot put the candle in the window. That night Bobbie dreamt that Philip had gone west on a mining trip and had gotten hurt in some way. XVaking all in a Hurry, as dreamers do, she began to think-suppose he would get hurt and die way out west, she would possibly never see him again! The thought overcame her anger. and jumping out of bed, putting on her clothes, throwing things this way and that. finally she got dressed. Rushing down stairs, she went to the phone, placing the receiver to her ear. said, Madison ISZS-YCS-'I'fCllOl--'TS that Mrs. Quenton's residence?-lt is?-X'Vell. is Philip there?-He is not-Has he gone west?-NYhat train-do you think l can catch him now? .-Xll these questions were flung so 'fast that it kept Mrs. Quenton busy answering them. Hanging up the receiver, Bobbie ran out in the street and hailing a cab ordered the driver to take her to Broad Street station, and Please do hurry! she added. That drive seemed as long as a year to Bobbie. and oh, if the driver would only hurry: it seemed as if the horses were merely walking. Thoughts were coming fast of what their meeting would be like. She was planning what she would say if she should catch him. But alas! when Bobbie reached the station the train was just pulling out. It was natural for her to want to run after it, but the way was barred by a train boy. You can't catch that train. lady. Oh! I must-but l must I-Oh, Phil, why did you go? Oh, me -sobbed Bobbie. The train boy could not understand what she was talking about. so he asked timidly, XYas you going away on that train, lady, or did someone leave you This quieted Bobbie a little and she began to ask questions-''XVhat train was it- XYhere did it stop ? and many others. to which she received the cool answers: ?-Q Yes, ma'am, it was a western train and it was bound for California. Oh me, cried Bobbie a little later: l know Phil is on it, l just know he is. About this time a little boy who lived in Hobbies neighborhood came running up and asked, W'hat's the matter, Miss Bobbie, did the train leave you? And then in a teasing manner added, Or are you looking for Phil Quenton? At this Bobbie turned and smiled- XVhy. yes, Jim, have you seen him I saw him just before he got on the train and he told me where he was going-and- and just as the porter called, All aboardf' your Phil stuck his head out of the window and calledg he said. Jim, take this to Miss Bobbie and say if she ever needs me to write to this address. NVitl1 that Jim handed Bobbie a card. She put the card in her case. thanked jim and walked off. At least she knew where he was staying. Philip Quenton at length reached his destination after a long and tiresome trip. He had been sent west by the head manager of his firm to act as an overseer of a large ranch. He didn't want to go, but be was there now and he would make the best of it. He being a very attractive. young and jolly fellow soon made friends, not only on his pn own ranch, but the neighboring ones. Phil often thought of Bobbie and wondered if she had forgotten him altogether. He never would go with the boys to see the different girls, and when girls were brought into conversation he would remain silent as if dreaming. This seemed strange to the cowboys and they often asked what was the matter, to which they would receive the quiet answer, Oh! l don't like girls. One Saturday, as Phil started down the path, 'someone called after him, saying, Say, Phil, you had better stay home this evening, because a bunch of girls is coming up on 88