Daily Arizona silver belt., 1908-11-24
How Wenzell
 Made Good. By CLARiSSA MACKlE.
Copyrighted. 1908. by Associated
 Literary Press.

The city boarder sat on the red plush sofa and looked at picture postal cards with Ann Rose. He. was well dressed youth, with gorgeous hosiery displayed above hs'low cut shoes. His face was ordinary and notable merely for its shrewdncss and Il frequent dis play of gold filled teeth. Ann Rose ad- mired him greatly. His position in q city bank and his uniouhted respoc- tability had much 10 do with his cn. trance into the Baker homestead.
 Ann Rose Baker and Chester Laid law ggglcd over the postal cards untR wenxeil Beebe slid awkwardly into the back parlor and sat down beside Mrs. Baker. who nodded kindly at him.
 "How's your maj" she asked.
 she's ali right" replied Wenzell, his sunburned face turning deeper red. He was conscious that the city boarder was discussing him with Ann Rose, and her light laugh. instantly suppressed, rendered him still more uncomfortable.
 You know Mir. Laldlaw" whis, | pered Mrs. Baker.
 Wenzell nodded. 'I met him here the other night"
 He's awful smart. He's in bank" said Mrs. Baker importantly.
 Wenzeli did not reply. He was try ing to keep hls eyes from the couple on | i. la, Ann Rose was watching him covert | ly. She noted the new suit of gray clothes, the light blue satin necktie and his large brown hands. Her glance wandered to the youth at her side, with his air of easy assurance. and down at his slim white hands play ing with the postais. She twisted wenxell's little turquoise ring from the third finger of her left hand and transferred 1t to the other hand Then she flew over to the plano and rattled the keys uolsily.
 Come, sing something, MT. Laid. law" she suggested gayly.
 Mir. I.aDdlaw was pleased to sing. anc he and Ann Rose turned the pages of a book of old love songs. and when their voices blended in unison Wen zell's hands tightly clinched the sides of his chair and his lips whitened. ...I come to take Ann Rose out rid Ing" he said sullenly to his future mothcr-in-law.
 Mrs. Baker glanced apprehensively at him over her spectacles. Ann Rose. here's wenzell a-setting here waiting for you to go riding with him!" she called
 The music ceased abruptly, and Ann Rose appeared In the doorway, de- murely pretty in her white dress, with half blown rose in her dark hair. The boarder lounged behind her.
 'I saw you come in, Wenzef, but 1 forgot all about you" she said, with ' coquettislt glance at Mir. Laidlaw. I'll be ready in minute.'
 Wenzell Beebe nodded awkwardly at the boarticr and, taking his hat went out of the side door to the shed where he had tied his horse. He backed the buggy into the driveway and waited patiently until Ann Rose came re luctantly out. Silently he assisted her to the seat and jumped in beside her.
 The big black horse carried them eas. fly out or the yard and into q green shaded road. where the setting suu poured sitting golden streams through the branches. When they reached a rise of ground. wenxell pointed with his whip to the horizon where a low rim of black clouds stained the yellow light.
 | Rain tonight" he said, speaking for the first time.
 "I guess pas hay Fl get wet, then. He's over to town, and he didn't get il all in," said Ann Rose lazily. She was thinking of what Chester Laidlaw had said about her eyes, and at that in. stant they were very bright
 Where's your ringT' asked Wen zell suddenly.
 She glanced guiltily down at her left hand and then extended the other with a shamefaced smile. "I changed il for fun." she faltered.
 Then you ain't ashamed of itr asked Wenzell slowly, and as she made DO reply he added, with furtive glance at Ann Rose: "I reckon tha, I.aidlaw fellow could hand oat dia monds and such. They say he's q spender.
 Ann Rose shrugged her shoulders pettishly. her dark eyes seeking new ly built cottage that crowned a little enllnence.
 'I thought maybe you'd like to look at If. Ann Rose." said Wenzell In $ softer tone. "Jim Putney has left . sample book of wall paper. and want you to choose what you like" "Mr. Laidlaw says we ought to havs cartridge paper in the parlor," ot. served Ann Rose carelessly as Wer. zell helped her down before the gate
 "Laidlaw! Has he been hereT de mnndcd Wenzeli savagely.
 The girl laughed uneasily. "Wt walked over last night in the moon