The Virginia enterprise. [volume] (Virginia, St. Louis County, Minn.) 1893-19??, 1903-05-15

I I SIS want me bawtl: ~. would rino
through the rooms, in imitation Of
a Britisher with whom he had cross.
ed the Atlantic the year before, while
from the kitchen a clear voice would
demand. Can you tell me, Sir, how
to concoct the coffee that mother
used to make?'' In fact, the heirs
of the Gladish-Staymore fortunes,
thanks to some practical instinct
! strong in both of them, were con.
Quoting themselves very creditably
At last their reward came. The
vague rumors about conductor No.
3O4 began to take form--to CONCEAL
into newspaper paragraphs. People
went out of their way to satisfy their
| curiosity about him.
':Good housed" he murmured to
Rose one day, as she handed him his
dinner pail under the fire of at least
twenty pairs of interested eyes. And
if his manner was rather more
tender than his words, and hers a
trifie more coquettish than the re-
mark, Real pie in it" demanded,
it 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.
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eyes bit, managed little CULVER
of the lip where it would do the most
good,' she explained airily to Tom
| land he was mine!"
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 AIS, 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 unmodified bitterness, and
who purported to be Drayton G'adish
and Thomas Staymore. ST., ':tke I'M
relenting fathers of the sweet
young couple who were accepting
their cruel destiny so bravelys'
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
u chucllle. '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 overspreal Mrs
Staymore's face as she sat down tc
her desk to send the reply that she
and Tom had agreed upon, alike il
both cases save as to address ant
signature.
1--WE are happy and content I'd il
our humble life and trust that yol
are likewise in your splendor. We
wish you WE'LL but you have, by you1
own choice, passed out of our lives
No house divided against itself cal
stand, and you can see that it is i'm
possible for us to take YOU back
since you and my father-in-law ar,
sworn enemies. We prefer our crus
on the house-top."
\ few hours later, two irate gentle
men whose beautiful grounds wer,
separated only by a conspicuous:
high and dense hedge, were pacin{
the floors of their respective libra
ries in deep, but not too peaceful
thought.
One of them-a ruddy, jolly-lookins
man of so, gave vent now and the1
to little irrepressible explosions o
wrath. ''The impudent cub!'' h
would circulate holly whenever hi
eye rested upon the slip of yellow
paper which lay face downward o.
the table: How dare he!"
The other gentleman was NOR
self-contained, but there was a Sigh
sparkle in his eye which seemed t.
denote either excitement or indig
nation. He stopped at last befor
the portrait of a sweet-faced woman
whose eyes seemed to cling to his
Then as if he had formed quick bu
painful resolution, he picked up tn
telephone book, went rapidly throug;
the SIS and stepping to the tele
phone, called for 243 Greenwood.
Mr.. Staymore in?' he asked
steadying his voice with an effort
as memories Of the old days rushe
over him.
. Hello, who is it?" In spite O
himself Mr.. Gladish smiled at til
irritation in the voice. He coul