Belding banner. (Belding, Mich.) 1889-1918, 1911-11-16


Helen Graham turned after putting
up her small sign on the wall of an
American rendezvous in London and
spoke to the man behind window ID.
Nov. MIR. Gray, you will be sure to
send some very nice Americans to me,
won't you? | am trusting entirely to
your selection" The ever ready
smile Of the American came to her
lips and eyes.
Just fancy any Yankees being
otherwise laughed the Englishman.
"But | will confine my choice to two
whom | think worthy of your hospi-
tally"
I'll bet you put Gray up to sending
a man and a woman" chided Bob
Graham as he assisted his wife up the
webbing stairs of a Kensington bus.
In the meantime Margery Bonner
walked leisurely along the Haymarket
toward the rendezvous. Her erect
back and trim, artistic costume pro-
claimed her an American girl
And Hugh Gray, the man behind
window ID, was waiting for Margery
Bonner. He had selected her as one
OF the guests for Mrs. Graham's
Thanksgiving dinner. She had been
calling for her mail only during the
last three weeks, but Gray had discov-
cred her charm the very first time her
big blue eyes seemed to coax him for
letters.
He looked up when she stood be-
fore him.
81 want several letters this morn
ing" she informed him. her lips part
ing over row OF perfect teeth.
Seven letters, Miss Bonner" he
said giving them to her eager hands.
Thank you. When read these I'm
going to ask you about this" she said
pointing to Mrs. Grahams invitation.
Robert Dexter swung in from the
street, his broad shoulders swaying
under an American rain-coat and his
American eyes seeing everything with.
in range. They lighted at sight OF
Margery Bonner.
And while her eyes were lowered
over her letters, Margery Bonner's
heart gave little jump when some
body big and broad passed her on his
way to window d. She had covertly
admired his clear cut lines and the
honest look in his eyes.
The girl approached window d
again. "Tell me-" she asked, IL you
know anything about the person
who put this notice here?"
The Englishman smiled his approx
al of her directness.
"A very charming little woman" he
said quickly. "A Mrs. Graham. She
and her husband are strangers In Lon
don and are simply longing for a
friend on whom to lavish a generous
impulse"
Where do they liver" Miss Bonner
had made up her mind. She was heart
sick and dreading the coming Thanks
giving away from all her people. She
reflected that no harm could possibly
come of so discreet an offer.
The address she got was near her
own boarding house in Kensington.
Robert Dexter watched her leave
the Office and step into cab and whirl
away.
In his turn he addressed the clerk.
Dexter was embarrassed, he was un-
| decided as to how to preface his query.
| The clerk saw his predicament. He
smiled his knowledge of Dexter's de
sire. In the American there suddenly
! was born a great liking for all En-
| glishmen.
"S Is Miss Bonner" Gray said
without waiting for the question.
When Dexter left the American
rendezvous. he had Mrs. Graham's ad.
dress in his pocket and Gray took
down a certain notice which ended his
part in the planning of Thanksgiv-
| ing dinner.
On the last Thursday in November
taxicab whirled to the curb of a
beautiful little home on st. Mary's
road. Margery Bonner stepped out In
the daintiest of gray chiffon toilettes
She carried huge bunch OF roses sus-
piciously like American beauties and q
small square package.