Iron County register. [volume] (Ironton, Iron County, Mo.) 1867-1965, 1903-05-07

courtesy and simple, unconscious
beauty" as he ~astutely described it
in the Sunday edition of his paper,
to her unconeealed delight.
II just sighed like this-rolled my
eyes a bit, managed a little culver
of the lip where it would do the most
good" she explained airily 20 Tom
land he was mine!"
But al a 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 AIS, their
present cottage, pictures of them
selves before and after, were i'm
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 unmodified bitterness, and
who purported to be Drayton Gladish
and Thomas Staymore, Sr., "the UNI
relenting fathers of the sweet
young couple who were accepting
their cruel destiny so bravely."
"But what if they shouldn't see
it?" Rose asked suddenly after she
and Tom had giggled over it to their
hearts content.
'The clipping bureau will attend
to that all right" he answered with
q chuckle. ''Trust them for that"
And it evidently did, for on
Wednesday morning the first tele-
gram arrived.
1t 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 overspread Mrs.
S%taymore'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 to address and
signature.
I'VE are happy and contented in
u 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 it is i'm
possible for us 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 a conspicuously
high and dense hedge, were pacing
the floors of their respective libra
ries in deep, but not too peaceful
thought.
One of them-a ruddy, jolly-looking
man of so, gave vent now and then
to little ~irrepressible explosions of
wrath. "The inpudent cub!" he
would CIRCULATE hotly whenever his
eye rested upon the slip of yellow
paper which lay face downward on
the table. "How dare he!"
The other gentleman was more
self-contained, but there was a slight
sparkle in his eye which seemed to
denote either excitement or indig.'
nation. He stopped at last before
The portrait of q sweet-faced woman,
whose eyes seemed to cling to his,
Then as if he had formed a quick but
painful resolution, he picked up the
telephone book, went rapidly through
the SIS and stepping to the tele'
phone, called for 243 Greenwood.
"Mr. Staymore imp he asked.
steadying his voice with an effort,
as memories of the old days rushed
over him..
Hello, who is it?" In spite of
himself Mr.. Gladish smiled at the
irritation in the voice. He could
fancy just how Tom would feel about
this. Then n of the rare impulses
Of his life mastered him and the
formal words that he had meant to
speak faded from his thoughts.
Its Gladish," he said huskily,
"And Tom-don't you think we'd
better accept the terms?"
They were soon shaking each 9th
er's hands with eyes that said what
stubborn words refused to utter.
"Think of those young scoundrels
sending such a message as that!" ex-
claimed Staymore with a burst of
laughter, "and sending it collect at
that."-National Magazine.