Cheyenne record., 1914-10-08
CHAPTER xI.

Tho rubbered feet across the way
hurried their owner into the cigar
store in front of which he had been
standing, and where he had 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 number and delivered
his message.
"Orve treed me bird. She'sN in a
room all roight at the Y. w. G. A.
place, fer I seed her at the winder.
She come with a foine gintlemin, but
| he's gain now. an she's loike to stay
q spell. You'd best come at once. =.
. All roight. Hurry up!" He hung
up the telephone receiver and hurried
back to his post in front Of the big
entrance. Meanwhile the bride-elect
upstairs, with happy heart and trem-
bling fingers, was putting on her own
ranging the waves of lovely hair in
| their old accustomed way.
Tyron Dunham's plans we're well
laid. He first called up his friend the
minister and told him to be ready;
then a florist not far from the church;
then a large department store where
he had spent some time thatmorning.
"Is that Mr.. Hunter, head Of the fur
department? Mr.. Hunter, this is Mr..
Dunham. You remember our conver-
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 1T How long will 1t take
you to get It there? All right.
Have the boy wait II I'm not there.
Good-by"
His next move was to order a car
riage, and have it stop-at the florists
on the way. That done, he consulted
his watch. Seventeen minutes of his
precious halfhour were gone. With
nervous haste he went into a tele-
phone booth and called UP his own
home on the long-distance.
To his relief, his mother answered.
rs that you, Motherl 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 startle 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 look
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 hastened on:
you remember speaking to me
about the ring I wore?"
"Tyron! Are you engaged?" There
was a sharp anxiety in the tone as 1t
of space.
"One better Mother. I'm just about
to be married."
"My son! What have you done?
Don't forget the honorable name you
bear!"
mo, Mother, I don't forget. She's
fine and beautiful and sweet. You will
love her, and our world will fall at her
feet!"
Der that love is very blind. Tryon.
you must come nome at once. l Sudll
die If you disgrace US all. Don't do
anything to spoil our lives. I know
It 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 1t
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
I felt that you ought to be told before
hand. We shall probably take the
night express for homo. Tell Cornelia
that shall expect congratulations
telegraphed TO the hotel here inside of
two hours"
But, Tryon, what will our friends
think? It'fs most extraordinary! How
can you manage about announce
ments7"
Bother the red tape, Mother! What
difference does that make? Put It u
the society column If you want to-"
But, Tryon, We do not want to -
conspicuous!"