The wageworker. (Lincoln, Neb.) 1904-????, 1910-09-09

very uureaSOnaDle person.. One cOulu
not tell how to please her.
When they started for a walk upon
their last afternoon at the seaside Aunt
Beatrice first found the wooded path
too shady. then decided that the sun
shone too brightly upon the pier. and
later when the man in the little post
Office informed them that there were
mo letters today" Billy really thought
she was going to cry. "P'r'aps." he
comforted. "Mr. Fenway will write
nice letter to you bimeby. but" he
added. with the strange perversity of
childhood. II like Mr.. Winston best"
Aunt Beatrice very unexpectedly
bent down and kissed his upturned
face. BILLY boy" she said sadly. ''Mr
Winston does not like us any more.
and it Is all because of you" Billy
pondered deeply upon this. If it was
his fault that these two funny grown
up people refused to speak to each
other then some way or other he must
be the one to straighten things out
He did not quite know how he was
going to accomplish this purpose. but
would see Mr.. Winston at any rate.
So it happened that Billy's chubby fig
ure invaded the hiding place among
the trees. and Winston ceased scrib-
bling for a moment to look impatient
ly at the innocent face peeping out
from its tangled curls. "Hellow said
Billy cheerfully.
Don't you see that am busyY the
man answered. "Now run along"
"All right" Billy agreed, and sat
down upon a fallen tree trunk. Win
stoD resumed his writing. AS he fin
ished one sheet he would tear it hasti-
ly from the pad and toss it from him.
The ground near by seemed covered
with the closely written pages.
you write a great many letters"
Billy suggested politely. There was no
response. MIR. Fenway went away
yesterday" he ventured again. Still
no answer. "Aunt Beatrice and are
going home tomorrow" he continued
At last Billy had gained the mans at
tention. Tomorrow" he exclaimed in
CONSERVATION. "She is going away
tomorrow Billy was pleased with
the sensation he had made. "Yep."
he answered coolly. "No more fun
here now
Jack Winston looked far away be-
tween the trees to where he could see
glimpse of blue sea beyond. II sup
pose not. now that Fenway has gone."
he said bitterly. The man continued
to gaze gloomily out upon the sea. He
had forgotten the story; he had forgot
ten even Billy until the unusual silence
reminded him that his unwelcome Wis
itOr had departed. Then he slowly col
lected the scattered sheets. dropped the
pad into a loose coat pocket and with
great heaviness of heart turned to 60
So she was leaving tomorrow. In all
probability he would never see her
again, and the happy hours of this
summer which had meant everything
to him would linger in her memory
only as an idle seaside Irritation. The
man sighed a mighty sigh. and then
the twisted branches before him were
parted and Beatrice herself stood there
in the opening. She raised flushed
face to his; her blue eyes shone misti-
ly. II wanted to see you so very
much," she said hesitatingly, "that
just could not wait for you to GOMEZ
He stared unbelievingly. Miss Brere-
ton pouted. 'Of course If you are not
glad to see me- she was beginning,
when the glorious truth dawned full
upon him.
"Gladw he cried, and the fervor ex-
pressed in that one word seemed to
quite satisfy the girl After long
silence she laughed softly. 1T was a
dear little note" she said. do you
know you have always appeared to be
such a dignified. self contained per-
son that really have been bit afraid
of you all along-at least never imag-
ined that one so calm could write like
that"
The last words were uttered in
tone which conveyed her entire APP
prevail Of the note, which had evident
~ been the means of bringing her to
his side. Winston realized slowly that
something remained to be explained.
He must be cautious.
'tHave you the letter with you. dear?"
he asked. She drew a crumpled paper
from her belt and. smoothing it out.
held it up before his eyes. The man
took her hands and the note within his
own.
Dearest" he read in his own hand
writing, 81 can bear this silence-this
separation-no longer. In pity let me
see you once more" The scrawl end
cd abruptly. and the sheet was torn
OF as though in frantic haste. With a
perplexed frown Winston recognized
the words with which the hero Of his
latest serial story begins an ardent
epistle to his ladylove
Beatrice smiled "You must admit"
she said softly. that Billy made
good messenger. was sitting in the
garden looking sOrrowfully out over
the hills and wondering If certain
person who considered himself NOR
tally offended could really be so cruel
as to allow me to go far away with
out one word of goodby when Billy.