The Cook County herald. [volume] (Grand Marais, Minn.) 1893-1909, 1903-11-21

Helens face was still turned as she
retorted, "Oh. never mind; you still
have your memories of that sweet
natured girl"
And this is your good-bye?'
"And why not? consider it rather
fine touch Of sacrifice on my part to
leave you fancy free to dream of the
affectionate girl"
The professor opened his lips wrath
fully; but just then the expressman's
"all here!' sounded through the hall.
John was already on the vine
wreathed porch, as Helen gave her
boy one long, goodbye kiss and push
cd him toward the door. Run, sweet
heart, run! Cars waiting for you"
Mamma! mammal" he walled. II
want my mamma"
Helen caught him to her breast with
a kind of fierce tenderness.
They shall not take you fro-: me
the only one left to love me-"
Hurry up, Teddie," called the father
from the steps, ''Or we will be too
late.'
Mamma come, too! Mamma come,
too!" wept the child.
Turning to her husband Helen said:
"Since Teddie wishes it, l will 20 to
the train.
Presently, husband and wife their
hands fast bound by Teddie's clinging
fingers, were drifting together toward
the station; but drifting in thought,
heaven knows, how far apart.
While Helen was waiting with Ted
die clasped In her arms, and John still
at the ticket window, her attention
was attracted to lady and gentleman
just alighting from southbound
sleeper. The lady, f1uffy-haired
blonde, picked up her trailing gown,
sailed scowlingly into the station, fol-
lowed by the gentleman.
Missed connecticut" snapped the
irate lady; must wait here three NOR
tai hours! Why didn't you wire them
to hold the train? But you are always
just so slow! Rival roads and won't
waltz What's the use of money if
you must stay in a dirty, stuffy hole
like this?"
"Hush!" whispered the gentleman;
"they will hear you
LET them hear!' went on the high
pitched voice, ANYONE living in such
a hole wouldn't have brains enough"
"Bessie!" exclaimed the husband; !;
they certainly will hear you. Just
come and look down that elm-arched
street with the sun rising at the fur
ther end. It's-its glorious!"
"Sunrise!" scoffed the wife. 1T was
brutal to awaken me at six-like a
common laborer. The next trip hope
you will study the timetable and"
Just then the lady caught sight of
John Clarke Brown Fastening through
the open door.
"Of all the people! John!" But
where were the viXenish tones? Helen
could scarcely believe her ears. The
balmy breath of babe was no
sWeeter than now were the words OF
the attractive blonde
But why were Johns cheeks burning
in those deep red streaks? All! 1t
all came to her in moment! A great
joy laughed in her heart and in her
shining eyes. This, then, was the
sweet Bessie of her husbands dreams
the one blot on her otherwise happy
welded life. Yes, the hair, the slant
ing eyes were Gibsonish; but the lirs
were the thin, cold lips of the photo
graph.
Dear, dear friend went on the
honeyed tones; "how sweet it seems
to see you! You have met my hus-
band, Mr.. McElwin. But do tell me
how you happen to be here? did not
see you on the train
my home is here" The professor
spoke shortly. Helen fancied she
caught twinkle in Mr.. McElwin's
eyes. She could have laughed aloud: !:
but she would not lose one word of
this delightful conversation.
Indeed, and SO your home is here
commented Mrs. Melvin blandly; II
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