Deseret evening news. [volume] (Great Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1867-1920, 1905-12-16


Laura Jean Libbey romances I'd eYer
deyoured We're insipld in comparison.
When Bob came the next afternoon /
greeted him with triumphant flourish
OF my buster. before thought what a
fright must look with my hair tied UP
IN cap, huge. shapeless apron giving
me the figure OF a flour barrel. That
Is what made all the more surprising
The look OF honest admiration that shone
In his blue eyes | flushed uncomfort-
ably under that glance and | felt all at
once what show | was-with Velvet
poking sticky face from behind the en-
veloplng folds OF that Bingham apron.
But that was the way with Bob SO
long as looked domestic he could ad-
mire even smudges on my nose
lie didn't wait for me 10 begin, but
said quietly, i've found them, Meg,
and they are poor, very young and"
And?-my eyes asked.
Broken hearted" he said, half I'M
willingly.
felt my breath catch oddly; ] could
fairly see that fresh girl-face cloudel
by my cruelty. Ibid you tell her2' /
asked.
1T was hard not TO-" he returned,
but It wasn't safe, yet. Naggs has
drawn off. but the police are working
on the case, and / couldn't endanger
you even for her"
How ne shamed me could feel my
face grow hot,
Il offered to help" he went on to
save me from speaking just then.
And when we can give n reasonable
explanation | think i can take him
back without risk"
Take him now---I don't deserve any
thing betterl" | cried passonately,
But he shook his head.
Then listen" and | told him Of the
Mystery upstairs.
Bob is a little bit slow sometimes and
persisted in wearing an openly incred-
ulous smile as | dramatically told of
my discovery.
such an imagination" he teased
when [ had finished, Nobody relishes
an antlclimax like that and 1t made
me rather cross. III old Sour-face in
there didn't have her lips glued togeth-
err I'd have the whole story out Of her"
cried,
she hasn't been here long" Bob
said thoughtfully, But Mandy was
here for years-Tll ask her" aud still
inCredulous, he left me.
But Mandy's story brought him back
with another look on his face. lie
was living exclamation point, while
fairly bristed with Il told you sos"
1t was an old story. for all It's trag-
edy and suffering. Isn't 1t funny how
everybody blunders in the same old
way and nobody ever learns any bet
teri or course old man Denby's mon
ey was at the bottom Of it. (Here Bob
brought in a moral which Is so detest-
ably obvious that | won't repeat it,
The young fellow IN the picture was the
poor deserving young man. the girl the
proyerbial heiress. There was the
usual amount of Jealousy to set the
|
just suspicious.
only the girl still trusted in her hero,
ooh, Velvet, can't | read eyesO ana
when the end came It was his lot she
chose to share. For three years the
| poor rich old man had nursed his ieal-
ousy and suspicion. and then the real
thief was run to earth. Then had fol-
lowed fruitless search for the ILL.,
used couple; aud since the young man
had pride to match his poverty, It was
likely to go on Indefinitely, Unless
"Oh Bob" | cried as | saw the glor-
ious possibilities. II we can't
VIII make amends a little-Just a little
won't IT."
And when he nodded a cheerful as
sent, l nearly squeezed the life out Of
Velvet.
/ did the rest OF the planning, for,
as I've said before, Bob Is terribly
good-but slow. Put it needed his hon
esty and earnestncss TO win over that
wronged and unhappy pair Perhaps
the mothers own loss made her feel
the more for her lonely old father, but
It took Bob to say Just the right thing,
Somehow Bobs words have way OF
sinking like seeds into The most rocky
soil and bearing fruit where it is
least expected.
had TO take sour-face into my con-
hdence--in all but one thing. The man.
} tie OF her charity. | fea red, hadn't
, quite breadth enough to cover a Meg
Mariner-if she had known she would
r probably have kept one eye on the
, silver. As II was the news was IA