The Monte Vista journal., 1912-10-26

that" and Betty steeleo her neart anu
determined to prove herself equal to
her fathers expectation and demand.
III l ever marry. will marry Tom.
Nobody could love a woman any more
than he loves me. I am going abroad
In ten days, where hope to study and
travel and improve myself. need it"
"As late as last night, you didn't
need nor want anything except my
love. Tell me the whole truth. Betty.
Why are you talking about Tom now?
Isn't 1t because OF Uncle Henry's will?
Do you really love this man in the
south? Be honest with me. Betty.
please. for | believe in you like L
like / believe In God" he finished rev.
erently.
"Oh, Theoren. L" Betty put her
hand to her throat. She seemed to be
choking. Give me two days to think
things over. Then will send for you,
Theoren," she held her arms out to
him as he turned away to the door.
Don't lose faith in me, not yet-not
yet"
The next evening at dinner she
'In the kitchen, daddy" she an
swered. I'm getting dinner. Mary.
Susie, James and my own maid rushed
home an hour ago when the grocer's
boy told them about that big fire in
the block where they all live. I'll
hurry. You won't have to walt long.
Put more water in the soup" John
Carter told her; smiling at this strange
trick of Fate, "for I've brought COM
pany to dinner"
"All right" Betty was not per-
turbed. How many guests?"
zone Mr.. Wilson from up country.
Mr. Carter stood for a minute admir-
ing the slight figure in an evening
dress pinned up carefully and partly
| covered with one of Susie's big blue
aprons.
Betty served her dinner without any
apparent effort and found time to chat
gaily with her fathers rather silent
guest.
did you really cook this nice din
ner?" Miss Betty" he asked yielding
presently to her gracious charm.
yes. We keep four servants, but
this afternoon they all stampeded be-
cause Of a fire in the block where they
live. Fortunately, my mother trained
me to be ready for just such emer-
gencies."
Nov, Miss Betty is just the sort OF
girl I want for my"
Let me give you some more fowl?'
begged John Carter Hospitality.
1t was evident to the guest that
Mr.. Carter did not care to discuss pro-
fessional matters at home with his
daughter, so he Immediately took up
the worn topic OF the high cost of liv-
Ing
Betty is a shrewd manager" com.
mented Carter, proudly. Il hear other
men complain Of expenses. but Betty
is good buyer and wastes nothing,
so find that although I have every
thing on the market, my expenses,
household expenses, are no more than
they were ten years ago"
I'm proud to know such a girl In
these days of wilful waste and extrav.
| agant living. You'll make some man
mighty fine wife, Miss Betty"
| A little later as the men sat smok.
ing in the library, Betty's voice, plain
lively sweet in tender love song,
made John Carter's heart begin to
ache He remembered her assumed
gaiety at the table and her brave at.
tempt to take his advice without any
apparent effort
The tinkllng Of the door bell star
tied him from his reverie. then the
rustic of Betty's skirts and then Theo-
rem Cranes deep voice in the hall.
Betty, don't care q hang about
Uncle Henry's money. Something
tells me that you love me and that
you are sacrificing yourself for my
supposed advancement couldn't
wait for you to send for me. love
you, Betty. You're all want in the
world"
Wilson turned questioningly to his
host
isn't that Theoren7 Is that why
You asked me to take an assumed
name for the EVENING""
A few words between the men ex-
planned matters, Henry Crane chuck
ling with laughter, parted the cur
tains ut the door There stood his
nephew, his young face drawn with
suffering, pleading with the woman
OF his heart. Betty. all the color gone
from her pretty face, was biting her
lips to keep back the hot tears.
God bless you both, nephew. I
In NrI ~
the world than Betty. Take her and