Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1906-04-07

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of rather dirty overails. He carried a buck
ct of paint In each hand and two brushes
stuck from his hip pocket In approved FASH
ion. He was whistling gaily-
There he comes again." exclaimed Mrs.
Murphy. IT know that whistle. See, Miss
Betty. don't We know him?'
Yes. I know him. replied Betty, land
he has made everything look very nice"
She watched him go over the palings with
one paint and the bars and gate posts with
another. Two colorsl What do ye think
of that nowF' exclaimed the delighted Mrs.
Murphy.
Betty found that she could not wait until
the job was finished, so she started out
soon, holding up her white gown daintily.
The painter sprang to open the gate.
Don't get any on yourself" he cried.
Betty paused and cast her eyes over ev-
erything.
1T looks very nice" she said. with
smile.
I'm glad you like 1t, ma'arn." he return
ed, but must work while the light lasts"
And he fell to painting vigorously. She got
into the pony carriage and made the turn.
Good afternoon" she said, gently.
Good afternoon, ma'am," he resp onded.
lifting the old hat. His brow was damp
from his hard work. and the dark hair curl
ed up from a white forehead In way Bet
ty had never noticed befores He looked so
big and strong and fine in spite of his
rough clothes and the paint on his hands
that she loved him at that moment. But
she drove on down the road and a lump
rose in her throat to hear him whistling
merry tune as she went.
Terence smiled to himself as he finished
his work and then walked to the village
where he had left his machine. At the
painters shop he Invested himself of his
borrowed clothes and. spinning homeward.
wondered what he would do next.
After that Betty heard of Terence and
saw evidences of him everywhere although
they rarely met. The mission Sunday school
suddenly acquired library-from Mr.
Doyle; convalescents at the hospital were
t1l ION ri I'M -h1- tatfo
games for boys, with prizes, were inaugu-
rated-by Mr.. Doyle: Mrs. Murphy had some
gorgeous new flower beds-from Mr.. Doyle.
The climax was reached one morning early
however, when Betty opened the side door
and stepped out onto the veranda Just in
time to see Terence come around the walk
with two milk bottles in his hands
Terence Doyle. what on earth are you
doing?" she exclaimed.
why found out that my friend Mike
the milk man, was sick. and I'm delivering
for him. l can do it like a streak with the
machine, and he wrote out the route to me.
What will you folks have this morning7"
He stopped just long enough to leave the
milk and then went whistling on his way,
turning to wave his hand at her in gay
but impersonal way that didn't make her
feel as happy as she used to.
AS matter of fact Miss Allison was dis
tinctly unhappy 1t had been six week since
she had told Terence Doyle to go to work,
and he had taken her at her word In all
that time he had been friendly whenever
she had seen him, but he never attempted
TO go back to that point on the conserva-
tory stairs.
Meantime Betty had been loving him more
ana more every day and growing CORE
spondingiy miserable Probably he had for
gotten al! about 1t. she told herself and
would never speak to her again she had
been little priE and he was SO brave and
generous; she didn't deserve him anyway;
and most any other girl would have jumped
at MIN. Probably by this time some other
WITH
Betty was quite forgotten
She spent most of that morning crying In
her room, and then in the afternoon started
out on a walk by herself She went along
the pretty village road, past Mrs. Murphy's
new fence and brilliant flowers and other
evidences OF Terence's generous activities
ana felt doubly bereft and forlorn. She had
about made up her mind to go to New York
and bury herself in the slums when She
heard a pitiful whining and looking around
through tear-dimmed eyes saw at one side
OF the road little dog with a hurt foot try
Ing to attract her attention
oh. poor little fellow!" she exclaimed
running to him with quick sympathy
SOMEBODY has hurt you'll What can I do
Tor your? She started to pick him up and
looked around instinctively for help, Down
the road came dust cloud and the sonor-
ously familiar horn of Terence Doyle's an
eomonlle' In almost an instant the ma
chine had reached them, had stopped and
Terence had leaped to her side.
what have you got there Betty2 Oh.
poor little beggar! Let's rush him tn the
Vet W ihey IL Tx him up all right. Get in.
betty; VIII you sit In front by me and hold
hlmI Here Terence put her in spread
rope over her lap. wrapped his handker-
e ca e., around the dogs injured leg and lift
tnen they were speeding down the road
Ihal the one thing Ill say for myself
observed Terence; Il never hurt a dog. and
once" - --'oto 1iiS'A
=, Betty sat silently for the few moments
tIat they were on the way to the doctors
M WI assured them that the dog would be
al Tlght AFTER little care and nursing,
All right" said Terence, as they came
awe away, III take him up to the house when
Then he lifted Betty into the automobile
NOW you'll come take a ride with me I'm,
starving for sight of you and Pye been
working like a slave the last six weeks
Betty turned toward him with a flush and
a glance or honest admiration
You have been splendid, Terence" she
said. SIG
Faith, =" he replied with a laugh. 81
haven begun You know, Betty, l dis
covered that / owned a lot of land down
on Long Island, farms and woods and fields
an gong 10 waste, and the tenants all In a
pretty bad state. Well, I've been looking
Things over, and have decided to have the
place cleaned up, roads laid, farms cult
waited with some sense, and home built
M tired of living In a hired house, and nv
me. bound to stay in New York, but
be done down there. too: build a nice lit
tIe church, then school. l think an indus
trlai school the best, don't your"
Betty was listening In a daze; he was so
eager and enthusiastic, and 1t all seemed
so tar away from her Still she must not
let him see how much she cared
be fine she said
I've been looking them up he respond
ea' and Oh! hospital. Betty, and a part
OF the farm as home for old horses. Don't
Nod rnl,o
ON, yes, she said family, swallowing
lump In her throat
He turned on her suddenly. why. Betty,
u ..i.. Whatever the matter? 1 thought
you'd like 1t; l did 1t all for you. sweet
heart, all for you. Sure. and wasn't II Won
that made man of me?"
ON, what a wave of joy and love and
happiness swept over her then-for her for
her All this beautiful life, this blessed
opportunity was TO be hers-and Terence
Betty, darling, don't cry" and he
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