The News-Herald. [volume] (Hillsboro, Highland Co., Ohio) 1886-1973, 1913-09-11

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
heard him with my own lips-the
spalpeenl"
Lydia was startled. Told you he
asked How could you make such a
mistake, Biddy?"
Twas by telephone, ma'am. Sev-
eral nights ago. answered 1t and a
voi"e as plain as ever was Mick Doc
Ians said: That you Biddy?' 'Shure.'
say |, and says he: Darlin, this is
Mick. I've lost me nerve after all and
marry me-you know l love youse!
Just fast like that, ma'am; and says l.
Not If never married nobody all my
days! and he muttered something and
rung off. And | 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, 1t being my
night off, he come around and asked
me again, and | says to him: Mick
Doolan, l told yez no last night and
meant 1t 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
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. d, Her eyes shone like stars.
Never mind, Biddy, am sure there is
something like my own name-and-
perhaps-I was expecting a message
myself and never received it,"
Biddy arose and looked down at her
pretty mistress. There was relief and
shame in her comely 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-
will say that for Mick, he didn't have
a squeaky French voice like Andre!"
Never mind, Biddy, 1t was a natu-
raj mistake, and it has helped to make
things all right between you and
Micky, hasn't it?"
ut will, Miss Lydia, II 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 a hotel in Montreal
While she waited for Dick Fellowes'
voice, her heart beat tumultuously, and
the color came and went in her cheek
At last it came, a 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
certain Micky Doolan.
That's all just found it out-and
wanted you to know" she ended.
"Oh, Lydia, darling!" There was
nothing sharp about his voice now
Shall come home now?"
"If you want to-" she cried gladly.
81 am waiting for you"
Coming now-good-by, sweetheart"
Copyright 1913. by the Mcclure News
paper Syndicate)