The Richfield recorder. (Richfield, Idaho) 1909-1931, 1911-08-10
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little weakness of the sex-a strateg,
to provide harmless amusement. MeI
have so many diversions and girls Sc
fewl
Bettina rose and followed him out tc
The door You take everything toe
seriously, Bobby" she said at part
Ing.
Then you didn't mean
"Of course did stupid" she
laughed. An instant later he was
gone
Exquisitely gowned in morning
robe of pale blue Miss Robson sat
toying with her chocolate spoon after
late breakfast
The maid entered with two letters
on silver tray A glance at the
handwriting ON the back of the largest
caused her to shut her lips tight The
other letter she merely glanced at
and shrugged.
With eager fingers she broke the
seal of the one bearing the mysterious
chirography and with wildly-beating
heart read:
My Dear Miss Robson: May
take the liberty of addressing a few
words of interest and praise to one
whom | admire more than words can
express?
You do not know who l am. but
have seen you thousands of times
and watched your career with no triv-
ial degree of enthusiasm.
4 wish you would let me be your
friend, Miss Robson, if only at dis
lance. My interest in you is deep and
genuine and it would afford me the
keenest satisfaction to be allowed to
follow you in your upward march and
contribute what small crumbs of en-
couragement my modest position in
the world Of literature will permit
Sincerely, Huntingdon Crosby
Bettina Robson re-read the letter
three times in bewildered silence.
Huntingdon Crosby She had
never heard Of such a person But
perhaps that was an assumed name
By way of Diminishing the subject
from her thoughts, she picked up Bob.
by Wetherells hastily scrawled letter
and glanced through it. He would 5e
very busy for the next few days; he
could not come on Friday night, or
Sunday afternoon, either-and he re-
GREETED exceedingly that he would not
be at liberty to take her to the horse /
show Tuesday. When she finished
reading it, Bettina did a very con-
-rary thing she stamped her white
slippered foot upon the carpet and
ossed Bobbys letter into the trash 7
basket. Then she rose abruptly and |
crossed the room to a little rosewood /
writing desk in the corner She
would answer Huntingdon Crosby's
etterl
In due time came a reply to her
arefully worded little note. It called.
for a response, and as
bobby was still extinct, the response
vas punctual
Crosby's third letter contained an
Exhaustive pen picture of himself, and
e requested permission to call After
good deal of reflection, Bettina
ranted it, She was growing des-
crate over young WethereIl's neg
ect
But her admirer was called south
n unexpected business" and the gold
n opportunity slipped by
For several weeks the mails be-
veen 1884 G street and ''Maplewood"
ere kept busy The climax came
hen Bettina received a proposal OF
larriage by special delivery. When
he began to read the mans endearing
ords, she was shocked, Mortified. But
y the time she had reached the sig
ature, a complete change had come
yer her Bobby Wetherell had been
rting outrageously with the girl
ross the way, and it took her exact
ten minutes to write-and accept
sr mysterious wooer.
The wedding day broke clear and
as sapphire.
1t had taken a fortnight to make ;
operations for the event, and not
en- the Robson household knew of
strange procedure. ]
The hour was set for II, at the lit {
J chapel block away, and prompt {
on the stroke of the hour Miss Bet !
la Robson descended matter-of-
city from her carriage In front Of
GATHERINGS. and walked toward
9 door.
A tall man in dark gray travelling :,
1t was leaning against the little =
cen iron fence, and ne joined her at :,
ce. The minister had preceded :
EN- only moment, and the couple !,
tered in silence. After the ceremony :
~ stood looking long and earnestly ).
o each others eyes =,
i was half afraid when you saw me, -
i'd back out, he said, the first to =
,ak :,
rhe bride opened her purse and -
w forth an engraved card She .,
d it out to him with dancing eyes. =
e name traced upon 1t was Mrs =,
bert Knight Wetherell.
he newly-made groom stared at her
h nonplussed eyes. -
Oh, Bobby" she laughed, you're "a a