The diamond drill. (Crystal Falls, Iron County, Mich.) 1887-1996, 1903-05-09
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demand, Can you tell me, sir, how
TO concoct the coffee that mother
used TO maker. In fact, the heirs
OF. the, Gladish-Staymore fortunes,
Hanks TO some practical instinct
strong in both of them, were CON
Quoting themselyessSery creditably.
Al last their reward ,came.3 The
Vague rumors. aboute conauetor, No
Spa. began. ta fpke f9rpi to. ,congeaf
into newsI'aIl ~ Paragraphs People
went out OF. 4heir way TO satisfy thefr
curiosity about him. - s'-s s'
= Good himself he r.murmured to
| Rose one day. as she handed himshis
dinneriIsaili dnder the fire OF at least
twenty pairs of interested eyes. And
IL his manner was rather more
tender than his words, and hers
tribe more coquettish than the re-
mark, Real pie in it," demanded,
ii was entirely due to the inspiration
of an audience
To the reporter who presented
himself at her door few days later.
Rose was the perfection of winning
courtesy and simple, unconscious
beauty" as he astutely described it
in the Sunday edition OF his paper,
to her unconcealed delight.
IL just sighed like this-rolled my
eyes bit, managed a little CULVER
of the lip where il would do the most
good" she explained airily To- Tom
'and he was minei"
But as wage-earner, the latter
had become strictly practical.
think of getting all that adver-
Using free!" he exclaimed, holding
the paper at arms length. "That
would have cost the governor
hundreds" and he gazed in mock
rapture at the double page, where
cuts Of two mansions, supposed to be
their former homes, car AS, their
present cottage, pictures Of them
selves before and after, were inn
bedded in columns OF illuminating
| print. The very center Of the page
was occupied by the pictures of two
elderly men who glared at each
| other with uDmodified bitterness, and
who purported 10 be Drayton Gladish
and Thomas Staymore, ST., "the UNI
relenting fathers OF the sweet
young couple who were accepting
their cruel destiny so bravcly"
But what if they shouldn't see
it?" Rose asked suddenly after she
and Tom had giggled over il to their
hearts content.
''The clipping bureau win attend
TO that all right" he answered with
chuclSle. Trust them for that"
And IL evidently did, for on
Wednesday morning the first tele-
gram arrived.
It was addressed to Rose, signed
by her father, and read, Come home
at once both of you. Everything for
given. Don't see reporters" And
soon the other one arrived, this time
from the governor" 1t read, "Come
home and behave yourselves. Muzzle
reporters"
A seraphic smile oversprcad Mrs.
| Staymore's face as she sat down TO
her desk to send the reply that she
and Tom had agreed upon, alike in
both cases save as 10 address and
signature.
1--WE are happy and contented in
our humble life and trust that YOU
are likewise in your splendor. We
wish you well, but you have, by your
own choice, passed out OF our lives.
No house divided against itself can
stand, and you can see that il is inn
possible for MS to take you back,
since you and my father-in-law are
sworn enemies. We prefer our crust
on the house-top."
A few hours later, two irate gentle
men whose beautiful grounds were
separated only by n conspicuously
high and dense hedge, were pacing
the floors of their respective libra
rles in deep, but not too peaceful
thought.
One Of them-a ruddy, jolly-looking
man of so, gave vent now and then
to little irreprcssible explosions of
wrath. THE impudent cub" he
would CIRCULATE holly whenever his
eye rested upon the slip of yellow
paper which lay face downward on
the table. How dare hel"
The other gentleman was more
self-contained, but there was slight
sparkle in his eye which seemed to
denote either excitement or indig-
nation. He stopped at last before
the portrait of a sweet-faced woman.
whose eyes seemed 20 cling TO his.
Then as if,he had formed quick bpt-
! painful resolution, he picked up the
telephone book, went rapidly through
the SIS and stepping 40 the tele'
phone, called for 243 Greenwood.
"Mr. staymore ih?' he asked,
steadying his voice with an ..eiTgrt,,
as memories OF the old days rushed
! over him.
Hello. who is it2' In spite Of
himself MIR. Gladish smiled at tho
Irritation in the voice. lie could
fancy just howsTom ivogll feel about
this. Then one of The rare. impulses
OF his life mastered him and the
formal words that he had meant 20
/ cneak faded from his thoughts