Baraboo weekly news. [volume] (Baraboo, Wis.) 1912-197?, 1912-12-12
Fisher Bros. Druggists.

snuggled closer to him: "All L want
to be is a good mans wife; to watch
the kitchen to see tnat he gets good
things to eat; to guard his comforts;
to laugh when he is sad; to nurse him
when he is -; to be all and every
thing to him in adversely as we'll as in
prosperity; a true wife" She touched
his sleeve with her cheek. "And /
don't want him to think that he must
always be with re: if he belongs to a
man-club, he NUT go there once in a
while"
ST am very happy" was all he could
say.
George, I am uneasy. I don't know
why. It's my mother, my uncle, and
Horace. I am going to meet them
somewhere. I know it. And | worry
about you"
About me? That's foolish" He
smiled down at her.
'Ah, why did my mother seek to re-
new the acquaintance with you? Why
did Horace have you kidnapped into
the desert? There can be no such a
thing as the United Romance and Ad-
venture company. It is cloak for
something more sinister"
"Pshaw! What's the use of worry
ing, little woman? Whatever schemes
they had must be out Of joint by now.
Sometimes I think I must be dream
ing, little girl"
IT am not little. I'm almost as tall
as you are"
"You are vastly taller in many
ways"
have my moods. I am sometimes
crotchety; sometimes unjust and quick
Of temper"
Cali right; I want you, temper and
all, just the same"
"But will they like me? Won't they
think I'm an adventures, or some
thing like that?"
"Bless your heart, not in a thou
sand years! I'm pretty wise man in
some ways, and they know it,"
And so it proved to be. Both Mr..
and Mrs. Mortimer greeted them at
the face Of the girl was sufficient. Mrs.
Mortimer held out her arms. It was
a very fine thing to do.
ct was in doubt at first" she said
frankly. George is so guileless. But
to look at you, my child, would scatter
the doubts of a Thomas. VIII you
let me be your mother, if only for a
little while?" with wise and tender
smile.
Shyly Fortune accepted the en-
brace. Never had she been So happy.
Never had she felt arms like these
about her.
"What did he cable you?" she asked
in a whisper.
"That he loved you and wanted me
to mother you against that time when
he might have the right to take you
as his own. Has he that right?"
eyes. And oh! he is the bravest
and tenderest man l know; and below
it all he is only boy"
Mrs. Mortimer patted her hand. A
little while later all four went over
to the city and drove uptown to the
Mortimer home. On the way Fortune
told her story, simply, without avoid
ing any essential detail. And all her
new mother did was to put an arm
about her and draw her closer.
The Mortimer home was only three
blocks away from Georges. So. when
dinner was over, George declared that
he would run over and take a look at
his own house. He wanted to wander
about the rooms bit, to fancy how
it would look when Fortune walked
at his side. He promised to return
within an hour. He had forgotten
many things, ordinarily important;
such as wiring his agent, his butler
and cook, who were still drawing their
wages. He passed along the street
above which was his own. He paused
FOR a moment to contemplate the
great banking concern. And the pres
4dent of this bank was the elder
brother of Ryanne! Lots Of queer
kinks in the. world; lots of crooked