Abbeville progress. (Abbeville, Vermilion Parish, La.) 1913-1944, 1913-07-12

filled with love and none to receive it!
l love you. l haven't asked why;
don't care. When it began | do not
know either. But it is in my heart,
strong and for ever"
Heart omine, I'm going to be the
finest lover there ever was,"
The great ship came up the bay
slowly. 1t was a clear, sparkling, win
ter day, and the towering minarets Of
business stood limned against the
pale-blue sky with deiicacy not I'M
like Japanese shell-carving. A thou.
sand thousand ribbons Of CHEEKY
steam wavered and slanted and
dartled; the river swarmed with bust
ling ferries and eager tugs; and great
floats of ice bumped and jammed
about the invisible highways.
This is where live" said George,
running his arm under hers. The
greatest country in the world. with
the greatest number of mistaken
IDEAS" he added humorously.
What is it about the native land
that clutches at our hearts so? / am
an American. and yet l was born in
the south of France. l went to school
for a time near Philadelphia. Ameri-
ca, America! Can't be an American,
even If / was born elsewhere?"
You can never be president" he
said gravely.
81 don't want to be PRESIDENT" She
Struggled closer to him. "All ] want
to be is a good mans wife; to watch
the kitchen to see that he gets good
things to eat; to guard his comforts;
to laugh when he is sad; to nurse him
when he is i'll; to be all and every
thing to him in adversely as we'll as in
prosperity; true wife" She touched
his sleeve with her cheek. "And
don't want him to think that he must
always be with me; if he belongs to a
man-club, he must go there once in a
while"
Il am very happy" was all he could
say.
George, am uneasy. l don't know
why. It's my mother. my uncle, and
Horace. l am going to meet them
somewhere. / know it. And worry
about you"
About me? That's foolish" He
smiled down at her.
All, 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 q
thing as the United Romance and Ad-
venture company. 1t is a 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 | think must be dream
ing, little girl"
II am not little. I'm almost as tall
as you are"
You are vastly taller in many
ways"
Don't be too sure. / am human;
have my moods. am sometimes
crotchety; sometimes unjust and quick
of temper"
"All right; 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. Roth Mr.
and Mrs. Mortimer greeted them at
the pier in HobcIen. One glance at
the face of the girl was sufficient. Mrs.
Mortimer held out her arms. 1t was
a very fine thing to do.
Il was in doubt at first" she said
frankly. George is so guileless. But
to look at you, my child. would scatter
the doubts Of Thomas. Will you
let me be your mother. II only for a
little whilef" with wise and tender
smile.
Shyly Fortune accepted the en-
brace. Never had she been 20 happy.