Kingsbury County independent. (DeSmet, Kingsbury County, S.D.) 1894-1929, 1911-04-28

Il wouldn't have believed it OF my
congregation" she said.
"Oh, Mrs. Bennington is a woman of
the world; she understands how 10
make barbs harmless. But that's why
/ eve go to church. 1t doesn't soothe
me as IL ought to; / fall 10 easily into
the habit OF pulling my neighbours mind
into pieces. But I've been thinking,
aunty."
About WHAT"
About coming home TO stay"
oh, Richard, if you only would
sitting beside him and folding hin in
her arms.
Tn thinking II over"
I'll be so -appy:" the old lady cried.
I'm going right out into the kitchen
myself n make one of those cherry
pies YOU used to rave over"
She disappeared. and Warrington
laughed, rose and stretched the sleep
from his arms and legs, and went up
stairs TO dress. Yes, he would think
cuiarieum he could run YER to the
Bennington home at any time OF day.
His cheeks flushed OF a sudden.
Hang it, am l lying to myself about
that girl? Is it the knowledge that
shcn be my neiGhbor that i~nClines me
to live here? I know l shall miss her
If I stay Iii New York; I'm honest
'AtN|oAA Z Al NAl0ls OOu hlIO"S 4 We
nothing but honor in my heart for
her. Why, l wouldn't even kIss her
hand without old Jacks consent. Well,
we'll; the scene in tho church Wednes-
day will solve all doubts-if l have
any"
Later re walked slowly down town.
his cane behind his back, his chin In
his collar, deep in meditation.
The dog Joye ran hither and thither
Importantly. All at once he paused.
sjiffened. eacn muscle tense. War
rIngton, catching the pose, looked UP.
A handsome trotter was coming along
at a walk. In the light road-wagon
sat q man n n white bull dog. 1t
was easy for Warrington to recognize
McQuade, who in turn knew that this
gooc looking young man must be the
dranatist. The two glanced at each
other casually. They were unac
quairted. Not so the dogs. They had
met. The white bull tettered on the
seat. Jove barred his strong teeth.
How he hated that sleek, white brute
up therei He would have given his
life for one good hold on that broad
throat. The white dog was thinking,
too. Some day, when the time came,
he would clean the slate. Once he
had almost had the. tan for his own.
he hated the girl who had beaten
him off with her heavy riding crop.
McQuaGe drove on and Warrington
resumed his interrupted study of the
sidewalk. McQuade thought nothing
more about the fellow who wrote plays,
and tho dramatist had no place in his
mind for the petty affairs Of the poll
tician. Fate, however, moves quite as
certainly and mysteriously as the cos
mic law. The bitter fued between these
two men began with their dogs.
AZ the club Warrington found a few
lonely bachelors, who welcomed him to
the long table in the grill room, but
nc was in no mood for gossip and
whisky. He ordered a rithia, drank il
quickly n escaped to the reading
to write some letters.
Warrington finished his correspon-
dence, dined alone, and at 1880 started
up the street to the B~enningtcns.
Mrs. Bennington was very glad TO
sec him. She laid aside her book and
made room for him on the divan. They
talked about the weather. the changes
that had taken place since the fall, a
scrap OF foreign travel Of mutual
interest. each hoping that the other
would be first to breach the subject
most vital to both. Finally, Mrs. Ben
nington realized that she could fence
no longer.
TT was very good OF you t. come.
l have so many things to ask YOU"
Yes"
MY boys determination to marry
has been very sudden. | crew moth
Ing till a month ago. / love him so,
and my whole heart burgers for one
thing--the assurance that he will be
happy with the woman of his choice"
My dear Mrs. Bennington. Jack will
marry a woman who is as loyal and
honest as she is brilliant and beauti-
full. Miss Challoner is a woman any
family might be proud TO claim. She
numbers among her friends many of
the brilliant minds of the age; she
compels their respect and admiration
by her intellect and her generosity.
oh, Jack is TO be envied. ! can read
lily understand the ~deep-rooted antag-
onism the actress still find among
the laity. 1t Is foolish prejudice. /
can point out many cases where the
ayman has married an actress and
has been happy n contented with
his lot"
There are persons il town who gill
do their best to make her unhappy"
You will always find those persons.
but / am confident Miss ChalIoner will
prove a match for any OF them. There
is no other woman in the world who
knows better than she the value of
weil-appiied fiattery."
you are avery wise young mar"
Warrington laughed e~mbarrassedly.
II have had to figure out all these
things
But II she does not love him"
s'How in tho world can she help IL %
she caught zip his hand in a moth
erly clasp
I'VE mothers are vaiE IN our love.
We make our son paragons; we bind
ourselves 10 their faults; we overlook
| their follies, and condonc their sins.
| And we build so many castles that one
day tumble down about our ears"
* never knew a mothers love- he
said slowly. mo doubt I should have
| been q better man. Yet, I've often
| observed 4hat n boy with a loving
mother takes her love as a matter OF
course. and never realizes mis- riches
till he las lost them. NV amt Is the
only mother l have Known"
And q dear, kind. loving soul she
Is" said Mrs. Bennington. "Sho loves
yoti, IL not with mother love, at least
with mother instinct. When we two
get together. we have a time of Il;
|. ianding my boy. she. praising hers
Warrington walked hone, Iightened
IN spirit, at.e- an enjoyable
ton with Patty ON the yeranda.-H He
swung his cane, gave love a dozen love
taps. and whistled operate ais. VIVA,
a charming young creature Ii was, 70
be sure. The brain OF a woman and
the heart OF a child.
He knocked ON the door o. his aunt's