Five Mile Beach weekly journal., 1909-04-16

ise as with 1t, but 1t will lend sweet
ness to the labor, Bess, II you tell me
that l may work for you.
won't you take a career by proxy.
dear? Do you want to work to the end
OF your days and live the loveless lffe7
Aren't there times when you want to
give 1t all up and just stop worrying
about checks that the publishers do
not send and that don't SCI.
though you know that they are as
good as some that bring big money?
Don't you tire of your career some
times, and don't you feel as though 1t
would be nice to let some one else do
the worrying?"
"And If I do?" she asked, with an
odd little note in her voice.
'"Then let me carry the burden" he
pleaded. LET me do the planning for
you. In six months from now / shall
be at the top of the heap and making
money, but you can make those six
months Of toll very pleasant, dear, If
you will only listen to your heart-and
me-"
81 have listened to you" she remind
ed, with a light laugh. "Why, Freddy,
there has not been a Saturday night In
more than a year that you have not
urged me to marry you. I'd like to.
dear, but there Is my career"
"Does 1t all pay?" he demanded. as
1t worth all the worry and the con
triving?"
"Perhaps," she said uncertainty, and
Sheldon pressed the advantage.
"Wouldn't 1t be nice If you didn't
have to scrimp and scrape and plan
the spending of every penny?' he de-
manded. wouldn't 1t be nice to have
a real home instead of a three room
fiat, to eat regular meals instead of
chatting dish messes and lowell, to
have me across the table every night
instead OF just Saturdays? 1t would
be our own table, too" he reminded,
and not a table d'hote."
perhaps"
1t was spoken so low that Sheldon
had to lean across the table to catch
the whispered word. But he did catch
1t, and his face beamed satisfaction.
"And you will marry me?" he cried
delightedly.
This time he did not hear, but he
knew that the coveted answer had
been spoken, and he caught the hand
that toyed ~nervously with the cup.
He spoke no word, for none was
needed. Their eyes told each other
messages that never have been put
into words, spoke a language that only
lovers know-and Sheldon was con
tent.
1t was Alphonse whose discreet bu;
suggestive cough from the doorway
leading to the main Don recalled
them to more earthly matters and an
unpaid check. Sheldon drew a bill
from his pocket and laid 1t upon the
tray.
"Keep the change" he said, "and
drink to our good fortune" Then Al
phonse, helping him into his o%vercoat,
assured his radiant customer in
French and English that it should be
done.
In Sansin's customers tipped half q
dollar only when the worse for wine.
Here was-a man. to all aH~pearaAsaea,
sober, who tipped 60 cents. Alphonse's
thanks followed them even out upon
the street, where Sheldon tucked
Bess' arm into his own with a new
air of proprietorship that the girl
found very comforting.
"Fred," she whispered, ibid you
know that | was tired and depressed
today?'
81 was only taking chances" he ex-
planned, with a happy laugh. u
thought it out last night when | was
almost certain that Benny would put
the deal through. l figured that you
always felt as l did when you had
money in your pocketbook on satur-
days-and that you'd feel as l do
two days before pay day. 1t was
worth taking a chance by changing
the day"
Bess patted his arm affectionately
81 wish you had found that out be-
fore" she whispered. ut is only from
Saturday to Tuesday that l cared
about a careern