Warren sheaf. [volume] (Warren, Marshall County, Minn.) 1880-current, 1906-09-20
| COI|abOIate with Betty,
BY CAMPBELL 3, cAsAD.

ment,1 stood in her cosy little sitting
room, admiring her.
by Jove! Betty" at length cried
Il have an idea."
How extraordinary"
i was thinking that we might col.
laborate," hesitated.
Good gracious, on what?"
ON lot of things" l replied, "but
first and foremost on a play. A regu.
lar romantic drama. What do YOU
say?"
"Oh, I'm game When shall we be-
gin?"
AT once!" l eagerly replied.
Very WE'LL Run into the library
and get pencil and paper"
And now for the scenario!" 7 cried
emerging triumphant with the re-
CURED writing materials.
whats the first act to be-" she
demanded
Let me see. Oh, yes, the scene is
at the seashore, say Atlantic City,"
Betty looked suspiciously at me.
How very peculiar!" she muir
mured
Peculiar? Why?"
Nothing, only that is where we
first met. But go on"
The heroine of our play" I began.
as II reading from written descrip-
ton, lis beautiful, young girl with
mar OF spun gold, eyes of azure blue,
teeth of pearly whiteness and form
-sO-'
stop! Stop" Betty commanded
where on earth do you suppose you
can find anyone of this description to
play the part?" she continued. "Why,
there's not a woman alive beautiful
enough to fill the requirements of
your heroine"
My dear Betty" I replied, bestow-
ing my languishing look, my heroine
is not an imaginative one. She is an
actual portraiture of living, breath
ing mortal"
She must be peach" quoth Betty.
Il should like to see her." she con.
cluded
would you? Well, perhaps l can
show her to you," 1 replied meaningly.
How jolly" she innocently cried.
"When?"
AT once, if you care to see her."
"Of course I do
linen kindly step this way I an
nounced in formal tones as took her
arm and gravely led her before large
plate-glass mirror at one end of the
room. There I stopped and ceremon-
lously cried:
Madam, behold the divinity of our
play
Mr.. Winton, you are silly goose
she assured me, but in spite of her as
sumed Indifference, noticed that her
cheeks flushed while she bestowed a
look on me that caused the widest
sort of palpitation of my rather sus-
ceptible heart. She was irresistible
and l leaned forward to clasp her in
my arms, but she discerned my pur-
pose and eluded me- Bounding into
the other room, she laughingly called
to me:
Come! come! Harry, we must
write our play before we enact it. And
now for the hero. What manner of
mdn is ne 10 De!
Its up to you,' replied, Ito select
him since you are the heroine"
We'll, suppose we say-that he is
very dark, impetuous young person
about %, with great serious, brown
eyes and cute little mustache in the
Incubator stage of it's existence-in
fact, Master Harry, since you have
been so generous in bestoWing my
particular style of beauty on the
heroine, it is only fair to invest the
hero with all your manly attributes
She lodged behind a large library
chair just in time to escape the play
full onrush 1 made for her.
well, let's see; the hero meets her
on the beach. Instantly he expert
ences a strange thrill" 1 explain,
gazing rapturously into her eyes.
Can it be love he feels tingling at his
heartstrings? Now what about the
heroine?"
Eyes, what about herr"
well, you're woman and can
analyze her feelings better than l." l
slyly replied, hoping chat the girl
might Inadvertently betray her senti-
ments toward me.
Very WE'LL she agreed, giving me
a defiant look. AT first she pays no
attention to him, but when he becomes
too persistent, she wonder who the
cheeky young masher is
"Oh, say, Betty, that'r not fair,' I
vahamontlv DrOtacta6
But this is only a play" she archly
replies, giving me covert glance.
BLESS me, so it isl reply, "but
to continue, he gains an Introduction
through a mutual friend and every
thing seems smooth sailing. But, alas!
he finds out on better acquaintance
that she is a heartless coquette-"
"Sir!" This time it is Betty who is
vexed.
I'm the play" I calnNy continue.
"Oh!"
THE climax of the an comes when
she leaves for New York in an auto
mobile accompanied by the hero's
rival" .-."
s'Now, Harry, protest-he was not