St. Tammany farmer. [volume] (Covington, La.) 1874-current, 1910-10-08

Paul C0nover's Angel
By GERALD PRIME
Copyright, 1870. by Associated Literary Press

asked when he had begun to look
serious again.
Look for something to do" ne re.
piled cheerfully. ...
NO" she said. shaking her head
decidedly and looking almost fierce
in her disapproval. Don't you do it,
Mr.. Conover. Them honors don't
come along every day. When you
get one, you ought to hang on to it.
Don't you do lick to spoil that fell
lowship."
"All right, then, I'll settle down and
live on my principal-27 CENTS" he
laughed.
Cant you borrow a little?" she
suggested
Il haven't friend in the world but
you," he declared truly enough.
"I'd let you have it myself, only l
haint got It," she said feelingly.
Thank you, Aileen; I'm sure you
would" he said.
IF wishes was fishes how full the
sea'd be-" she observed pertinently.
"No, l han't got the money, but I'm
full of advice Now don't you let
them fellowship fellows hear OF your
getting any outside job"
I'll try to keep Close" he prom
ised, with wise look.
See that you do" she warned, with
an answering look which was quite as
sagacious And now, Mr.. Conover.
good-by and good luck to YOU"
take this, Aileen," he said, hand
ing her the shining quarter.
Thank you, sir" she returned,
pocketing the pieces. Don't forget
my advice"
Aileen was a woman VINO possessed
very elastic conscience SO far as
exactness of speech was concerned.
Her statement that she was prohibited
from working outside of the college
precincts was purely imaginative. In
stead of returning home after her
conversation with Paul Conover she
went to a little apartment in the
neighborhood belonging to a couple
of business girls and proceeded to tidy
custom, at an honorarium of 20 cents
an hour Before she had finished, one
of the young women, Miss Betty San
derson, who was q first reader of
in leading publishing
house, came in, weary and flushed,
and threw herself down on couch
with a big sigh over the general
of things.
Il wonder If it's really worth while,
Aileen!" she groaned despondently.
ut certainly is, Miss Betty-at your
salary" the old woman declared with
out hesitation.
At this Miss Betty laughed. II
suppose 1 ought to be ashamed of
she admitted.
you certainly ought" Aileen
agreed, giving her dust rag an extra
flourish. "If you was in Mr.. Con-
overs fix, you might complain"
''Mr. Paul Conover!"
do you know him."
well, yes-a little. I've met him
at one or two of the college teams.
What has happened to him, Aileen?"
1t was the old woman's opportunity
and she embraced 1t. enthusiastically.
Although on her knees in the act of
oiling the floor of the little parlor,
she did not let it interfere with her
complete version Of the
difficulty which confronted Paul
Conover .....
How very Interestingly" said Miss
Betty. Cant you really do anything
without losing the fellowship"
mot blamed thing!," confirmed
Aileen excitedly
How peculiar!"
After the old gossip had gone, and
possibly before, Betty had evolved a
scheme in her sympathetic mind that
vas as generous as 1t was quixotic.
She had been impressed favorably by
Paul Conover and now that he was In
such a trying position she was seized
With burning desire to help him out
If 1t.
She was a thrifty little woman and |
1t that very moment had 500 in her
runk. Without pausing too long for
she put the money in big |
7elow envelope, inclosed with 1t a
Zip bearing the typewriter legend
From a friend of education sealed
t, directed it to Paul Conover, called
messenger-and the deed was done.
After Paul had recovered from his
irst surprise and mystification he ar.
lived at the conclusion that the, trus.
ees had foreseen his difficulty and
lad hit on this delicate method of
a way out of it. The idea
vas so plausible that he accepted 1t
md did nothing to imperil his pos
session of the fellowship. When the
ime came for the first payment of
he stipend he was too much inter-
.sted in his postgraduate course
md in Betty Sanderson-to worry
,ver the identity of his unknown
,ood angel
It was not until five years later,
When they had been married week,
hat Betty confessed.