The evening times. [volume] (Grand Forks, N.D.) 1906-1914, 1913-05-26

nv TAU FcSSeN 10 " tfIOuen away.
head in Muriel's lap he had begged to
he hidden away in a little hole where
nobody could bother him. He had
sohbed out h A he knew of a job he
could get in another city at s22 a
week. They could get a little house
In a neighborhood where everybody
else would be poor and unashamed
of the fact. 1t would he heaven to
him! Would she go?
They had gone. And the little house
mad mater!alized into a five-room cot
tage. green shattered and set i'm the
midst OF a rose garden somewhat tam
gled. And in three months clubs.
motor ears. theaters. title suppers. and
even conventional raiment were dim
and u~nregretted memories as far as
man. living within his income and
able to pay his bills. The mail no
longer held any terror for him. Tn
tralnmeled by the necessity for main
tanning n position whatsoever, he
Jcyfully shed coat and collar in the
evening and ~hobnobhed with the kind
~ neighbors. with whom he was i'm
mensaly popular.
But Muriel, the first excitement of
the new venture over, had gradually
sunsided into a slough of wretched-
ness. h had polished and FURNISHED
every Granny with her own hands:
and. having done this. she felt that
the scene Of her endeavors would
never afford her moments con-
tent. II h could only feel. as Tom
did. hat she belonged there-that it
was "home!"
A tap on the screen door brought
her suddenly to her feet.
Cant stay. honey" said Mrs. War
rem. corpulent and several times a
grandmother. with dimples in her
cheeks and the JOY of eternal youth
in her eyes. These same eyes shrewd
as they We're kindly. took in the
seeming to notice it at all. Brought
ycu-al n of my lemon meringue
ries.' she announced. and deposited
The delitacy locally famous) upon the
table. You and your man have il,
for dinner and you'll feel like ten
year olds. My. how you-all have
tidied up this place:" she ratified on.
We're all awful proud of it since
you-all moved in and fixed up On. But
bless my soul. child. You-ali onshtn't
to he lookin' so pale! Bet you-all
haven't been scarcely out O. this yard
since you-all moved here. Now. amt
it so?"
Is this a nice place." Muriel ask
ed wistfully.
"Fine!" her neighbor assured her.
There's crabbin' and fishin' and boat.
M: n a place where you can buy
Boiled crabs and sit an eat 'em right
out o the bay and the poland be
sure to take some ketchup for that.
And there's a carrousel and a dancin'
pavilion and everything else that a
nice. honey little resort ought to
have. And it's right on Chesapeake
Bay. you know. The salt air'll smell
fine to you-all."
I'll surely 60" said Muriel CRATE
take your pie and my man."
And the broad expanse of Mrs.
Warren's back effectually concealed
the smile which Mrs. Warren be-.
slowed upon herself as she went down
the trim path.
The beach train was at the station
when they arrived there at 10 O'Clock
the next morning. and 50. was an eager
crowd Of bundle and basket equipped
their way backward for about twenty
minutes when Muriel. looking down
into the lap of her fresh white dress,
discovered therein a liberal supply of
big black cinders. She turned 10 Ton,
with an exclamation of dismay: why
his Is a horrid, dirty steam road,
And thought it was a clean electric
ride all the way! oh, Tom! What a
disappointment. And We can't put
the windows down-we'll smother"
They did put the shades down, how
ever. and every one else did likewise.
And as a consequence the ride that
was to have been an open country
pleasure turned u to be a forty-five
minutes sojourn in the Oppressive
gloom and heat in the midst Of wor-
ried mothers with fretting children.