Cañon City record., 1909-12-23
Three Days COurtship

BY Dorothy Sutton LoDeH


ever before in her life. His lips were
close to her ear asking where she
would get OF.
The car stopped. Clash! Bang!
Another car had struck them in the
rear. She was thrown forward. A
strong arm broke the blow that other
wise would have cut her head badly.
1t stunned her minute and when she
could walk she saw through the crowd
the young man put in an ambulance;
on the side of it read "Clint's Hospi-
tall"
She hurried on home only to find
Aunt Ellen in a flustered and nervous
condition for her. Perhaps Harry was
in more scrapes. Some times he did
things that made his mother cry. This
was secret, though. Every one who
knew Harry thought he was an angel
and looked for wings, while if they
had known him like she did they
would have looked for hoofs and tail.
Aunt Ellen went out after supper,
and when Marjorie went up stairs she
iOOhth lOhS at NhC PlSluAC ohS hhd
bought. Now a funny thought. She
would make the man in the picture
over. If she could find a photograph
of Mr.. Morton she would paint 1t on
the picture. Wouldn't Aunt Ellen WON
der where she got it? Aunt Ellen and
Mr.. Morton in the picture holding out
his arms like that Well, he had the
strongest face she knew. The force
of his character seemed to make shad-
ows of weaker men. Down stairs she
went into her aunt's room. Yes. she
would find Morton's picture and make
that man in the picture him. She was
an expert with a brush; and faces was
her specially.
She drew all the girls at school and
always made picture of Harry when
he got new hat She drew the girls
pictures-how they looked now and
how they would look ten years from
now-and she knew that in this way
she had broken up unsuitable matches
for Harry. Down, down, in the dress
er drawer to that blue satin box. How
she had always longed to see in it.
She found II among a lot of letters. all
from him. But he was lots younger.
She opened the ring box and saw the
most exquisite diamond ring. A little
she knew Nell hadn't done 1t. There
were some dried roses, bunch of for
get-me-nots. some poetry written for
two" She wanted to label the box
Morton" but didn't dare to.
Well. that picture wouldn't do. She
wanted Morton as he was today. Clos
ing the drawer she sat for a long time
on the floor where she was. A week
ago she would not have understood.
Now she knew woman's instinct She
was a woman now. In with the SER
pent and all In love. No wonder
Harrys friends called her the wooden
Indian. She was looking beyond them.
She heard the door open. What would
Aunt Ellen say7 She hurried out of
the room and in the dimly lighted hall
ran straight into Mr.. Morton's arms.
How close he held her and pressed
his lips to hers again and again before
she could get her breath to speak.
She understood more since her
search in the blue satin box; SO she
just laughed at him and asked why
he was so affectionate. He was too
surprised to talk and was laughing
too hard any way. When he could
speak he told her that when he saw
his mistake he expected to have a fight
with a wild kitten.
What ever was you doing in your
mothers room?" he asked.
Hunting for your picture" she an
swered.
Again they laughed then Marjorie
explained. He promised to sit still
while she drew him. but he didn't-he
| laughed and shook and she had the
awfulest time. Then she sat near him
on a stool and told him about the
street car accident.
Who was the fellew?"
Il don't know"
Perhaps he's dead"
"Oh, / hope not"
"Why?"
Well, ] just love him"
He won't die. then"
/ "why?"
Love will keep a man alive"
What can do for him?"
/ Go and see him in the morning at
I Clint's Hospital"
"All right. | am so glad | told you
Mr.. Morton. Good night" she said as
she hurried up the stairs. They could
hear her Aunt Ellen coming in.
She didn't know that Tom Morton