Cameron County press. [volume] (Emporium, Cameron County, Pa.) 1866-1922, 1906-09-27

ran through nef own letters. An in
vitation TO lunch with Mrs Secretary
of-State; she tossed it into the waste
basket. A dinnerdance at the Country
Club, ball at the Brazilian legation.
tea at the German embassy. a box
party at some coming play, an in
formal dinner at the executive man
sion; one by one they futtered into
the basket A bill for winter furs. a
bill from the dressmaker, one from the
milliner, one from the glover and one
from the florist; these she laid aside,
reckoning their sum-total. and frown-
ing. How could she have been so ex-
travagant? She chanced to look at her
father. He was staring, rather stupid
ly at slip of paper which he held in
his trembling fingers.
What is it?" she asked, vaguely
troubled
Il do not understand" he said, ex-
tending the paper for her inspection.
Neither did she at first.
"Karloff has not done this" went on
her father, "for it shows that he has
had it discounted at the bank. It is
Cancelled; it is paid. I did not have
| $40 900 in the bank: | did not have
even a quarter of that amount to my
credit. There has been some mistake
Our real estate agent expects to realize
on the home not earlier than Monday
morning. In case it was not sold then,
he was to take up the note personally
This is not his work, or should have
x,,,4 "a
grief: Betty. my poor Betty! How
can you forgive me? How can I for
give MYSELF"
Father, am brave. Let us forget
| 1t will be better So"
She kissed his hand and drew it
lovingly across her cheek. Then she
rose and moved toward the light. She
studied the note carefully. There was
nothing on it save Karloff's writing
| and her fathers and the red imprint
of the banks cancellation. Out of the
window and beyond she saw James
leading the horses to the watering
| trough. Her face suddenly grew
crimson with shame, and as suddenly
as it came the color faded. She folded
lut lOtC anu dDotlllly IuChtu IL lilo lUc
| bosom of her dress. Then, as if
struck by some strange thought, her
| figure grew tense and rigid against the
blue background of the sky. The glow
which stole over her features this time
had no shame in it. and her eyes shone
| like the waters of suplit seas. II must
never be; no it must never be.
I'VE shall make inquiries at the
| bank" she said. "And do not be down.
cast, father, the worst is over. What
mistakes you have made are forgotten
The future looks bright to me-"
Through innocent young eyes the
| future is ever bright, but as we age
we find most of the sunshine OF either
side, and we stand in the shadow be-
tween. Brave heart, I glory in your
courage. God will provide for you; He
will not let my shadow fall on you.
Yours shall be the joy Of living, mine
shall be the pain. God bless you! l
wonder how | shall ever meet your
mothers accusing eyes"
Father, you must not dwell upon
this any longer: for my sake you
must not. Who-, everything is paid
there will be l.,,le left, enough till I
and my violin ti-d something to do
After all, the worlds applause must
be fine thing. l can even now see
the criticisms in the great newspapers
| "A former young society woman, we'll
known in the fashionable circles Of
Washington, made her debut as a coI-
cert player last night. She is stun
ming young person. "A young queen
of the diplomatic circles, here and
abroad, appeared in public as violin
ist last night. She is a member Of the
most exclusive sets, and society was
out to do her homage One of Wash
ington's brilliant young horsewomen,'
and so forth Away down at the bot
tom of the column, somewhere, they
will add that / play the violin rather
well for an amateur" In all her trial,
this was the one bitter expression, and
she was sorry for it the moment 1t
escaped her.
Happily her father was not listening.
He was wholly absorbed In the mystery
of the Cancelled note.
She had mounted Jane and was gath
eriTg up the reins, while James
strapped on the saddehamper. This
done, he climbed into the saddle and
signified by touching his cap that all
was ready. So they rode forth in the
sweet freshness of that November af-
| ternoon. A steady wind was blowing,
the compact white clouds sailed swift.
ly across the brilliant heavens, the
leaves whispered and fluttered, hither
and thither, wherever the wind listed:
it was the day of days. 1t was the last
ride, and fate owed them the compen-
sation of a beautiful afternoon.
The last ride! Warburton's mouth
dropped. Never again to ride with her!
How the thought tightened his heart!
What a tug 1t was going to be to give
her up! But so it must be. He could
never face her gratitude He must
disappear. like the good fairies in the