Iron County record. [volume] (Cedar City, Utah) 1893-1982, 1910-04-01

She had turned to watch the boy
lighting the street lamp when her eye
fell upon a man, great broad shout
dered fellow with a staggering walk.
He wore a long checked ulster, and |
his red hair curled about the back of |
the rough wooden cap, which was pull |
ed down over his ears.
A sudden fear seized Bette as she |
remembered the newspaper tales on
that locality and her brothers warn
Ing.
II only she had waited for Mrs.
Holmwoodl For an instant she con-
sidered retreat, then turned to face
her--robber
"Going inT" the man asked, with q
nod toward the glItterlng sign.
Bette stared, to all appearances
quite deaf and dumb.
"They are going to have cake and
coffee" said the man, with n grin.
"Come on: let us go in"
This, added to the discomfort OF the
afternoon, was too much for Bettle's
patience.
"No," she said. turning upon him like
q small fury; II am not going In there.
Do you understand that? And II you
dare speak to me again l will hand
you over to policeman"
The man chuckled and laid great,
OBTAINING hand upon her arm.
Now, see here, don't be angry" he
was beginning, when, with a cry of re-
lief, Bette ran into the road to hail
the green car, which was fast ap-
| preaching.
| As the car turned the corner she had
the satisfaction of seeing blue coated
officer of the law In earnest converse
ton with the ruli1an In the checkered
ulster.
When the rebellious brown hair had
been smoothly coiled into its most be-
coming couture and Miss Robbins had
donned dainty violet gown she be-
gan to feel more charitably inclined
toward the world In general.
Perhaps" she remarked to the re-
fected face in the glass, IL was a bit
hasty with that dreadful man." Her
meditations were interrupted by voices
| down IN the front nall.
4 moment later Jack burst excited
ly into the room.
"Hello, there, Betsie" he cried. IRE
member hearing me tell about my old
college chum, Hal Smith, great ath
lete, famous football player and fine
fellow? Well, / met him in the res
taurant at noon today, and whom de
you suppose he is? None other thar
your great Dr. Henry Huntington
Smith. Hasn't had time to hunt me III
since he came to the city, for he is {
very busy man. SO l just made hin
promise to come up to dinner tonight
and when you come down." finished
Jack, with laugh, you can talk ovel
your mission work with him."
"Yes," agreed his sister in a small
voice "my mission work"
She stood for moment at the heat
OF the stairs, listening to their voices
when suddenly Bettie's eyes opene'
very wide.
Where had she heard that deep tone,
voice before? 1t was like. oh, horrl
bly, like She descended two or tire
steps and looked over the balustrade.
The Rev. Or. Smith was standln
before the fireplace, his tall, broa
shouldered figure clad irreproachabl
in the black of his calling.
Poor Bette collapsed, violet bun
die, on the third top step OF the stairs
The voice still came floating up
her.
Yes, I have had some odd exper
ences, Jack, but 1t is all In KNOWN
the nature of the people you have
: deal with. A very unpleasant inc
n dent occurred, however. this afternoo
/ was going over to hold service at OF
I mission when / saw one of those POT
y girls at the door. She was evident
!. hesitatlng, undecided whether to @
% ter or TO go on In her own way. Som
times a smiling word of encourag
=. ment or companionship is all that
- needed to help make the decision, so
r invited her 10 go in with me.
AZ "In moment she was on the q
m fensive. Still / tried TO persuaC
10 when she turned on me yerital
in virago-threatened," said Or. Smit
'"to hand me over to the police. 5
NJ might" he continued reflective
20 ''have had a pretty face had 1t I
le been so completely hardened into rec
lessness."
fir Miss Bette arose suddenly and CA
Is rustling softly down the stairs.
IL stood for n moment in the doorw
as awaiting her brothers introduct
~ with downcast eyes.
n II am so pleased to meet you,
n smith" said meek voice, but
young minister stood staring
NJ seemed to have forgotten to speak.
er Bette" said Jack impulsively, :"