The Hope pioneer. [volume] (Hope, N.D.) 1882-1964, 1903-05-21
I want me bawth!!" would ring

I want me bawth!" would ring
through the rooms, in imitation OF
q 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 congea.
into newspaper paragraphs. People
went out of their way to satisfy theil
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
ii his n was rather more
tender than his words, and hers a
tritie mor coquettish than the re.
mark, "Real pie in it" demanded,
it was entirely due to the inspiration
of a. audience.
To the reporter who presented
himself at her door a 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.
ST s,,.4 .l,l III. ~. ..
eyes a bit, managed a little culver
of the lip where it would do the most
good" she explained airily to Tom
land he was mine!"
But as a w~age-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 ATS, 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 G!adish
and Thomas Staymore, ST., "tke I'M
%relenting fathers of the sweet
young couple who were accepting
their cruel destiny SO bravely."
SsPnt what 81 tbor el,,lI,,+ .oo
it% Rose asked suddenly after she
and Tom had giggled over it to their
hearts content.
1.-THE clipping bureau will attend
to that all right" he answered with
a 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"
NAolHAS LII pa az NILS
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 to address and
signature.
"We are happy and contented i n
our humble life and trust that you
are likewise in your splendor. We
IviSh Won wall h11t xrN1, hoT,a NV
own choice, passed out of II lic.s.
No house divided against itself can
stand, and you car see that it is i'm
possible for us to take you hack,
since you and my father-in-law are
sworn enemies. We prefer our crust
on the house-top."
A few hours later, two iratc gentle.
men whose beautiful grounds were
separated only by a c~onspicuously
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 impudent 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 a 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 tho
irritation in the voice. He could
fancy just how Tom would feel about
this. Then one of the rare impulses
of his life mastered him and the
formal words that he had meant to
speak faded from his thoughts.
cts Gladish," he said huskily.
"And Tom-don't you think we'd
better accent the erms2