The Washburn times. [volume] (Washburn, Wis.) 1896-1976, 1912-10-17

susie, James and my own maid ruSne0
home an hour ago when the grocer'S
boy told them about that big fire In
the block where they all live. III
hurry. You won't have to wait 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?"
| "fsne Mr.. Wilson from up country"
M, Garter stood for minute admir-
ing the slight figure in an evening
covered with one of Susies 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.
Eyes. We keep four servants, but
this afternoon they all stampeded be.
cause of 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
a girl 1 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 l find that although l have every
thing on the market, my expenses,
household expenses, are no more than
they were ten years ago. Bettys
mother married me when was poor,
struggling lawyer, and we had to save
in order to live, SO ! suppose 1t Is In
stinct in the child to economize."
I'm proud to know such 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 a tender love song,
made John Carriers heart begin to
ache. He remembered her assumed
gaiety at the table and her brave at
k~I~ Dc n
apparent effort.
The tinkling 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 a hang about
Uncle Henry's money. Something
| tells me that you love me and that
you are sacrificing yourself for my
supposed advancement. 1 couldn't
| wait for you to send for me. love
you. Betty You're Gil want In the
world"
Wilson turned questioningly to his
host.
isn't that Theoren? rs that why
you asked me to take an assumed
name for the EVENING"!
| A few words between ths men ex-
planned matters, Henry Crane chuck
ling with laughter, parted the cur
tains at 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. |
couldn't find you better wife In all
the world than Betty. Take her anG
I'll draw up a new will in the morn
/ ing, leaving the love I have followed
all my life-gold-to my dear niece
ard nephew. May I kiss her, The
oren?"
yes" said his astonished kinsman.
Then as the older men withdrew, he
caught the girl to his heart. Betty.
you're the right girl for me, am the
right man for your"
Eyes: there's never been anybody
but you, Theoren. Oh, what I've suf-
fered trying to give you up because l
do love you'll"
Never mind, it's all over now,
sweetheart. Some poet has said that
a tear lies in the petals Of every rose.
Please God, we've had our tear-now
for the heart Of the rose OF love and
life!" @tb
Copyright, 1872 by Associated Literary