The Democrat-sentinel. [volume] (Logan, Ohio) 1906-1935, 1909-11-11

over in Devonshire, had just written
him that u relative had left her an un-
expected little legacy. Altogether the
world was going well with Francis Lo-
gan.
"You look pleased, Mr.. Logan" OBJ
served Mrs Brown from her accus-
toned seat at the head Of the table.
"Ah. remember-this is your favor.
| ite soup!'
| For five years now young Logan had
been an inmate of Mrs. Browns estab-
lishment without having ever changed
| his seat at table or his room. Natural
| ly Mrs. Brown sought to ingratiate her.
self with him.
'Why, my dear" she had exclaimed
once to Antona in a burst of enthusi-
asm, "he knows all the poets by heart
He sees only the best plays, even
though it may be from gallery seats.
He knows all the finest pictures up In
the Metropolitan. He has what they
call an artistic taste too. My lands,
you should hear him notice the sunset
at the end of narrow city street or q
tiny flower out in the park orr
Yes, l know" said Antona impul.
sively. for once coming out Of her re-
serve. Hes pure gold-that's what he
Isl"
Huh. 'Gold?'" Mrs. Brown had re-
torted disdainfully. "None O. your
pretty, soft yellow stuff for him. He's
good. solid, practical steel. If any one
asked me. Don't you forget it, Miss
Wheaton. And If you could be fortu.
nate enough to tie up to him
Mrs. Brown had broken off abruptly
at fash from Miss Wheaton's eye.
One dared not presume too far with
Miss Wheaton, in spite of the silky,
fiaxen hair and the childish dimples,
as many of the young men in the de-
partment store had found out.
III only they could be little more
like Mr.. Logan" Antona had more
than once found herself commenting as
she pinned up her colored bolts. "He
Is the soul of honor and IL don't
know what I'd do without himw
Had stroke OF luck today, little
girl" Logan wayl0ld Antona as she
was going upstairs after the scanty
saucer of raspberries, made purple
with milk, had been eaten. ~ want
you to come out tonight and help me
celebrate-lf you'll do me the homer"
A little later, from the basement din
ing room window, Mrs. Brown. who
was arranging her cloth for the next |
mornings breakfast, watched them go |
up the street together Antona, in her
simple white muslin wore a nodding |
spray Of pink roses at her waist. AS |
they walked toward the west the |
young fellows eyes were fastened |
adoringly upon her.
Guess they'll hit 1t off all right"
commented Mrs. Brown as she went |
on rehlling the porcelain saltcellars.
IN tell YOU what wen do" said
Francis as they walked toward the
cars. We'll 30 out to Riverside drive
and sit there for awhile Till the night
gets cooler; then Wen go to some big
uptown restaurant and order some ice
cold chicken salad"
"Oh." broke I'm Antona In economic
defense, I'D Just as lief go TO a drug
store and have some nice soda"
Now, don't you bother about the
expense, little one" said Francis gay
ly "As | said, I've had rare stroke
of luck today, and when We get out on
one of those cool benches ON the drive
I'm going 10 tell you about It," Also
he determined resolutely to himself he
would tell her something else. She
needed to be petted and taken care of.
The car ride to the river was long.
The sun glow had faded entirely out or