The Calhoun chronicle. [volume] (Grantsville, W. Va.) 1883-1984, 1913-11-06
CHAPTER XII.


hurried their owner into the cigar
store in front Of which he had been
standing. and where he had a good
view of the Y. w. c. a. Building. He
flung down some change and demand
ed the use of the telephone. Then,
with one eye on the opposite doorway.
he called up a number and delivered
his message.
"Oi've freed me bid She's In a
room all roight at the Y. w. C. A..
place, fer / seed her at the winder.
She come with a foine gintlemin, but
he's gain now, an she's loike to stay
spell. You'd best come at once. g..
All roight. Hurry up!" He hung
up the telephone receiver and hurried
back to his post in front of the ig
entrance. Meanwhile the BRIDE ct
upstairs, with happy heart and trem-
bling fingers, was putting on her own
beautiful garments once more. and ar
ranging the waves OF lovely hair in
their old accustomed way.
Tyron Dunham's plans were well
laid. He first called up his friend the
minister and told him to be ready;
then florist not far from the church;
then large department store where
he had spent some time that morning.
is that Mr.. Hunter, head of the fur
department? Mr.. Hunter, this is Mr..
Durham. You remember our CONVEX
sation this morning? Kindly send the
coat and hat selected to the Y. w. c.
A. Building at once. Yes. just send
them to the office. You remember 1t
was to be c. o. D., and showed you
my certified check this morning. It's
all right, Is it? How long will 1t take
you to get 1t thereY All right
Have the boy wait If I'm not there.
Good-by,"
His next move was TO order q car
riage, and have 1t stop at the florists
on the way. That done he consulted
his watch. Seventeen minutes of his
precious half-hour were gone. With
nervous haste he went into tele-
phone booth and called up his own
home on the longdistance.
To his relief, his mother answered.
is that you, Mother? This is
Tryon. Are you all we'll? That's
good. Yes, I'm in Chicago, but will
soon be home. Mother, I've something
to tell you that may startie you,
though there is nothing TO make you
sad. You have known that there was
something on my mind for some time"
He paused for the murmur OF assent.
He knew how his mother was lock-
ing, even though he could not see her
that set look OF being ready for any
thing. He wanted to spare her as
much as possible, so he fastened on:
you remember speaking to me
about the ring / wore?"
"Tyron! Are you engaged2" There
was sharp anxiety in the tone as it
same through the hundreds Of miles
of space.
"One better, Mother I'm just about
to be married."
MY sonl What have you done?
Don't forget the honorable name you
bear,"
no, Mother, don't forget. She's
fine and beautiful and sweet. You will
love her, and our world will fall at her
feet!"
But who is she? You must remem-
Der that love is very blind. Tryon,
you must come home at once. | shall
die If you disgrace us all. Don't do
anything 10 spoil our lives / know
1t Is something dreadful. or you would
not do it IN such haste"
Nothing of the kind, Mother. Can't
you trust me? Let me explain She
is alone, and legal circumstances
which it would take too long for me TO
explain over the phone have made it
desirable for her to have my immedi-
ate protection. We are going at once
TO Edwin Twinell's church, and he
will marry US It is all arranged. but
! felt that you ought to be told before
hand. We shall probably take the
night express for home. Tell Cornelia
that ] shall expect congratulations
telegraphed to the hotel here inside OF
two hours"
But, Tryon, what will our friends
think? 1t is most extraordinary! How
can you manage about announce
ments?"
Bother the red tape, Mother! What
difference does that make? Put It in
the society column If you want to-"
But, Tryon, we do not want to be
conspicuous"
We'll, Mother I'm not going TO put
OF my wedding ut the last minute for
matter OF some bits OF pasteboard
III do any reasonable thing to please
you, but not that"
Couldn't you get chaperon for
her, and bring her on to me? Then
we could plan the wedding at our leis.
dtetS.
'lmpossible, Motheri in the first
place, she never would consent Real
ly, I cannot talk any more about It, 1
must 90 at once or ! shall be late.
Tell me you will love her for my cake,
until you love her for her own"
"Tryon, you always were unreasona-
BILE. Suppose you have the cards en-.
ggeYed at once, and / will telegraph
our list to the engraver IL you will
give me his address II you prefer,
you can get them engraved and sent
out from there. That will keep tongues
stllI.R
IAN right, III do IT, I'll have the
engrayer telegraph his address to you
within two hours. Have your list
ready And, Mother don't worry.
She's all right. You couldn't have
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