Cañon City record., 1909-12-23

Il was just starting out to see IL you
were hurt in any way" he was saying,
at the same time showing his band
aged arm and the plastered cut on his
head. almost as good as new, am
I not?" he asked.
Better" she said quietly.
Come with me to the office until /
look my mail over, then we will go to
the new Museum of Fine Arts. You
haven't been there yet" he asked.
No, haven't. but would like to-"
She followed him. The elevator
soon landed them on the office floor.
and there, girls at desks and typewrit-
ers were busy. They looked up as she
came in and nodded a bright good
morning. He gave her smile, too.
that would have made almost any one
happy; then began reading stack of
letters, talked over the telephone, be-
gan debating to little blonde girl at
his left whose fingers fairly flew. And
business men began to call, others
waited in his private office Wnen ht.
went in there he stayed an awful long
time. She studied the girls and won
dered why she had never learned ste
biography. They had lunch at Hotel
Brunswick and then visited the muse
UNI; after that they went to Keefs
theater and darkness overlook them
before they reached home.
You must tell me your name, so
can introduce you to Aunt Ellen and
Cousin Harry" she said.
Just introduce me as Mr.. Morton"
Are you Tom Mortons son?"
His adopted son."
The carriage was moving slowly, for
the streets were crowded. and this was
Christmas eve.
Fingers cold?" he asked, at the
same time taking them in his own and
holding them way down in his great
coat pocket.
What shall Santa Claus bring you,
dear?"
Many happy returns of the day."
she answered.
And what shall he bring your"
I've got my present" was all he
said
"where?"
His arm reached around to her mum
and as he drew her closer to him he
said, Here"
II adore men who take things for
granted" she said: but don't take any
more or we will both have sore lips"
And / adore a woman with sense
enough to know when a man loves her
with every atom of his being"
They were home now. Marjorie led
the way up to the brown-stone front
Aunt Ellen looked surprised and
Harry acted just like he used to when
he was little and his mother had tu-
tored him before company arrived.
Evidently her affinity" and Harry
had met before. for their grip was
strictly Harvard" And Mr.. Morton
was anxious about the bruised arm
and head.
While they were eating dinner Mar
jorle noticed the superb ring on Aunt
ElIen's finger "Nell' must be wear
ing II for him. she thought, and Harry
must have seen 1t before or he would
have "bawled" her out before this.
Amy way she knew they all acted
strained and Ill at ease, except her
best man. Perhaps Aunt Ellen didn't
like her choice: we'll that made her
love him all the more. He was the
man she preferred to all others and
this would be the third time she had
and out"
oh. we'll" she thought. 'I'll have
another home-I've turned Jack and
that counts one"
Even after dinner Aunt Ell en- hung
around all evening until it vas time
for Frank to leave; then she drifteu
into the library with Mr.. Morton.
Frank seated himself again on the
hall chair and pulled Marjorie on his
knee. Marry me tomorrow night,
honey. and we will leave at midnight
for California. I've got to go. you see,
and OH l can't leave you now. Mar
iorie," he pleaded
Listen. A woman is always mans
inspiration for higher things; she
leads him on from high to higher
realms until the ideal is made real,
right here and now"
He was holding her close, so close
that Harry, peeking around the stair
way. went and told his mother that
they could not be separated now. He
said it would be like separating soul
and spirit or the Joints and marrow.
Marjorie promised