Newport daily independent., 1913-09-22

tie feet and tucked them into blue satin slippers.
 And how about Micky Doolon, Bid dy? Will you be glad to know that he has been hired to take Andres place here?"
 Biddy's head was bent over the basin.
 ''Tis him that's worse than Andre." she burst out with sudden anger. "A telling me to my face that he didn't ask me to marry him that night when I heard him with my own lips-the spalpeen."
 didn't ask you to marry him?" she asked, How could you make such a mistake. Biddy?"
 Twas by telephone, ma am. Sev- eral nights ago. l answered it and a voice as plain as ever was Mick Doc lan's said: That you Biddy? 'Shure,' say l, and says he: 'Darlin, this is Mick. I've lost me nerve after all and I'm askin' you this way: Will yez marry me-you know l love youse! Just fast like that, ma am; and says l: Not if 1 never married nobody all my dayS, and he muttered something and rung off. And l went to the kitchen and told cook and says she: Wake up out of that dream me girrul-' But twas no dream. Miss Lydia, for he asked me plain as could be.
 Yesterday evening, it being my night off, he come around and asked me again, and l says to him: Mick Doolan told yez no last night and l meant it forever and the villun up and swore he never called me by tele- phone that night, and that when he asked me to marry him he'd look me in the eye. And asked him who was it asking me so intimate, and he says nasty-like that he'd like to know, for he'd punch him in the eye. And he went away and it's two days and I've never seen him since."
 Lydia's face was pale and red by turns. Her eyes shone like stars. Never min1, Biddy, am sure there is some mistake. You know Biddy sounds something like my own name-and- PCl ud " cS Ch pSStll4t5 q liiNoodGS myself and I never received it."
 Biddy arose and looked down at her pretty mistress. There was relief and shame in her comedy face. "Oh, if it was for you, Miss Lydia, shall die of shame, for taking it to myself. But his voice was deep and rich like Micky's- I will say that for Mick, he didn't have a squeaky French voice like Andre!'
 Never mind, Biddy, it was a natu- ral mistake, and it has helped to make things all right between you and Micky. hasn't it?"
 ''It will Miss Lydia, if he ever asks me again." returned Biddy, rather dole fully.
 He can't help it if he is here all the time," smiled Lydia, drawing the tele- phone directory toward her.
 When she was alone she obtained connection with hotel in Montreal. While she waited for Dick Fellowes' voice, her heart beat unanimously, and the color came and went in her cheek.
 At last it came, thin reedy call.
 "Mr. Fellowes?" she asked.
 "Yes. who is it?" came back the an swer.
 Lydia Ford. Oh, Dick, did you call me on the telephone Tuesday eve ning?"
 "You should know that did," came little sharply.
 But never got your message" she cried
 "What?" he shouted.
 She repeated the words, and added the information that Biddy had re- ceived the message and answered it under the impression that it was from a certain Micky Doolan.
 That's all just found it out-and I wanted you to know" she ended.
 "Oh, Lydia, darling!" There was nothing sharp about his voice now Shall come home now?"
 'Jf you want to-" she cried gladly. q am waiting for you"
 Coming now-good-by, sweetheart" Copyright. 1913, by the Mcclure News
 paper Syndicate.)