The Fulton County news. [volume] (McConnellsburg, Pa.) 1899-current, 1908-10-22

All the characters we're great BenJle-
folk. The plot was an ingenious COM
pound of love and villainy, and pit
eously, direfully tragic in its out
come. Betty's voice fairly quavered
over the concluding lines.
Lizzie Wetherell's face, as she list
ened, was lovely in its tenderness.
Oh, how foolish she had been to feel
hurt at Betty's sights, any more
than she had resented IL when Betty.
a tiny baby, had tugged at her moth
er's hairl How young she was, this
tall Betty! Love and llfel What
did she know of either, this child
with her red-heeled puppets and her
tags of borrowed phrases?
Betty looked up. She saw the ten
der mist in her mothers eyes, but she
saw, too, behind the mist, a little
twinkle. Suddenly she felt young
and angry.
"You don't like It'll" she flashed.
81 wish you would say what you don't
like"
IT know SO little of eighteenth CEN
tury manners" apologized Lizzie
Wetherell. "But-are you quite sure
woman would behave like your
Chloris?"
Betty rose majestically.
81 knew you wouldn't understand"
she said, and swept out of the room.
That night at dinner Betty was
not rude, but deadly civil to her
mother. 1t was one of the times
when the graduate student particu-
larly ached to lay hands on her. So
unbearably supercilious was Betty,
that at last, like the trodden worm,
Lizzie Wetherell turned.
She remembered that in the days
long past she, too, had been a girl
writer, with ambitions like Betty's.
She remembered that all her life she
had remained famous in her own cir
Gle as a teller of good stories. She
letters that were a delight to her
friends.
"Why, even to-day I believe that l
poor, stupid I!-could write a story
as good as For Love of Chlorisl'
concluded Lizzie Wetherell
So much did she think of this last
slight that Betty had put upon her
that when she took up the pad that
evening to make out the next days
menus, she wrote, almost before she
realized what she did, the title that
!, was running in her head-"For Love
of Chloris." AS she looked at the
words she began to fuse the frag.
ments of the story that had come tc
her since she had heard the name
the true story of Nancy Towle and hei
: heifer Chloris. Bit by bit she shaped
} it in her mind, and then, with little
} smile that was half ashamed, but
: very resolute, she bent above the paG
| and set to writing.
, BY the time she had finished the
clock was striking 10, and few mo
, ments later the graduate studen
: came down stairs. She always came
, at that hour, pausing in her long eve
ning's work, and made little supper
of fruit and crackers by the brigh
J fire, and listened to the tales tha
} Lizzie Wetherell no longer venturet
to tell at the table.
J Indeed Lizzie Wetherell and the
: graduate student were good friends
, and knowing that, Lizzie Wetherel
: took courage.
: 'Will you let me read you some
) thing?" she asked.
And then she read aloud her "Fol
: Love of Chloris." 1t was only tn,
r story of crotchety old woman ant
r the dumb creature that she loved, bu
t there were tears in it, and laughter
. and wholesome sea air, and at tn,
? last CLEAN of watery sunshine.
. When the reading was done tn,
2 graduate student sat for momen
silent.
That's good" she said at last
TITS true and human. What do yo,
e mean to do with it?"
: Lizzie Wetherell was as pleased al
: a girl OF late she had not beeI
Q praised for anything but housekeep
t ing.
4 do with it?" she repeated. "Why
e maybe I'll send it to Cousin Hattie
She'll remember old Nancy, and sh
0 likes my scribbling."
5, More than your cousin would lik
. that story" said the graduate stu
e dent. why don't you try for tn
S prize that Eversham's is offering?"
q Lizzie Wetherell had not heard O
j, the prize, for Eversham's was one o
r the new magazines that she, stancl
I conservative, never dreamed of buy
n ing. But now she heard all about II
: and she consented to the gradual
y students entering For Love of Chic
ris" in the competition, although. sh
g protested honestly, she was sur
: nothing would come of it,
}. So the graduate student carried tn
e manuscript to her room, and on he
o way she passed Betty's door.
r Little prig!" mused the gradual
p student with mother so pluck
! and sweet hearted and clever-oh, s.
r much more clever than ever the chill,
s will bel And she dares to patroniz
d her! wish Mrs. Wetherell Nigh
o win that prize 1t would be lessol
i to the girl. and she ought to learn
i -before it's too late!"
e The graduate student choked
r Over her own mothers grave tn
n SHOWS of the third winter now wer
drifting.
+ In her own room the graduate stu
Is dent struck off a fair copy of tn
/ manuscript upon her typewriter. An
the next morning on her way TO col
\ uh hn roI. =.