Reporter and farmer. [volume] (Webster, Day County, Dakota [S.D.]) 188?-1946, 1911-04-20

/ young man. and SuSannah's career il
that direction seemed TO be closed for
ever.
Arrived in New York, she found
lodgings at working girls club OF
which she had often heard, and the
next morning she awakened to a new
life of independence and work
AT the end of three days Susannat
found work in the basement of large
department store, where she sold al.
sorts of kitchen ware to busy house
wives. Because Susannah was born
housewife herself she found genuine
pleasure in recommending the various
utensils that composed her stock. Hel
knowledge Of music and languages was
not sufficient to offer her a means OF
livelihood; here was her own proper
sphere among the household gods and
their satellites.
Her wages were small enough. but
there was a great satisfaction in the
thought that she was earning her own
way after all. She knew how horri.
fed Aunt Lettice would be IL she could
see her cherished niece behind the
counter. As for Martin-she shrugged
her pretty shoulders with assumed in,
difference
She had been there a week when n
very sharp eyed. thin faced man edged
his way toward her and appeared to
study her appearance closely. Later
she saw him talking to the floor man.
ager, and after awhile he disappeared.
Susannah thought little of the Incl
dent, for shortly afterward ii was
eliminated from her memory by the
appearance of Martin Wayne.
Susannah shrank back among the
blue enameled saucepans and pots and
hoped some other clerk would wait
upon him, but 1t was busy morning,
and there was no way of escape. fol
Martin came directly toward her and.
without the slightest sign OF recogni.
ton. spoke to her:
'Will you show me some teakettles.
please?" he asked, referring TO paper
in his hand
Without word poor Susannah set
forth on the counter a row of teaket-
ties of every size and shape-tin, cop
per. nickel and enameled ware of
every color.
Martin looked at them critically.
'What would you choose" he asked,
looking her directly in the eyes with
his clear, searching glance. what
would you choose for family of two.
I'm going to be married" he added in
expla9ation.
Susannahs color came back in a
swift rush, and her daintily poised
head went up proudly. All at once
she was the model saleswoman, brisk
and attentive. If Martin Wayne in
his chagrin was to flaunt his marriage
to Miss Fearing, Susannah would not
finch. 1t did not occur to her to
think it strange that Martin should
be buying his kitchen ware alone.
Had not he and Susannah planned
every detail Of their future home
down TO the very toasting forks?"
what would you chooseT he re-
peated, and Susannah picked out
green enameled kettle because In the
house that they had built in fancy
there was to be nothing but white
enamel ware.
"Green" he repeated in puzzled
tone.
'Tt wears WE'LL" said Susannah in a
businesslike tone. Now, here are
other kettles to match in the same
color-pots and saucepans and
81 must ask your advice" he said
soberly and laid his list before Susan.
nah-the very list they had compiled
together in the red glow of the fire III
library. 'My wife-that Is, the lady
who is to be my wife-has expressed
wish for white enameled ware-pure
white. Don't you think had better
choose what she wants2 You see. she
made out this list herself" He gave
it to her, and before her blurring eyes
the letters danced up and down. but
1t was her own writing.
! All at once Susannah found speech.
Martini she said in very small
voice.
He turned instantly. "Susannah,
dearest. what is it?' he asked in low
| tone
"Ohv' said Susannah sharply. Then
you got my note"
"Yes-and tore it up" said Mr..
Wayne promptly. Your Aunt Lettuce
is weeping over hers yet. Dear, she
sent you message by me: Tell my
little girl that 1 don't regret the book
Of sermons: / have learned a sermon
by heart now"
"Oh, dearr half sobbed Susannah.
'Tm afraid I'm going to cry, Martin.
I've been so horrid to you both! Did
Aunt Lettuce tell you all about it?"
EVERY word, even unto how she in
cited your jealousy Of Madeline Fear
ing. Susannah. as they say In the
melodramas. all is forgiven; come
home" He covered her little hand
with his own while the floor manager
turned his back.
81 must wait until the whistle
blows" smiled Susannah through her
happy tears.
And will wait outside-just as II
I was your steady company Shall L.
Susannah?"