The Washburn leader., 1914-11-06

:Daffodils
In Town
They Brought Back Mem.
cries of True Love.
BY HENRIETTA CRAWFORD.
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Everybody was slipping tea and nib
bling cakes save Mildred. For her tea
and cakes had no charm. perhaps be-
cause she had poured the one and dis
pensed the other steadily for the past
hour.
She leaned back in her chair behind
the tea table absently watching the
little crowd of fashionably dressed
men and women that were moving
about the parlors. yet conscious never
theless that the man beside her was
observing her and enjoying her expe
rfence from his own standpoint. which
was so different from her own that
she often wondered how he could find
anything in her to interest him.
In low voice he was telling her
about the people before her eyes-how
the woman in gray velvet had recently
come into fortune and how the girl
in blue was sadly puzzled as to wheth-
er she would be happier with an Amer
lean because she loved him or with an
English eldest son because he was heir
to title.
She listened carelessly, scarcely re-
plying. In reality her mind was busy
with Its own affairs. She was merely
their hostess country cousin who pour
ed tea and to whom Hills Hubbard
was somewhat attentive.
"You must be very nice to him"
Cousin Nell had advised the first day
Mildred was in the house.
"And why?" the girl had inquired.
Because he is good match, as good
as there is to be had. That counts
very much in my world. Mildred. 1t
may be that you will charm him. being
a type that he is unacquainted with"
Certainly it seemed that she had
charmed him. Since the first day she
met him he had been attentive to her.
sending her flowers, taking her to ride
in his motor and to lunch at the best
places.
She hatl been quite frank with him
from the first in spite of Cousin Nell,
telling him that her father was only a
poor country doctor and this was the
first time she had been asked to visit
her cousin.
AS she leaned back in her chair she
was wondering how it would seem to
always have plenty Of money, to buy
ones frocks at the best shops. to live
in house where the work was done
as by magic, to go about in blue and
gold motor and be able to hear all the
best music.
Just that afternoon Cousin Nell had
said when she came in to inspect her
toilet:
"You understand, Mildred. that Mr..
Hubbard will have something to say to
you before you 60 home. There is but
one answer for you to make. and am
sure he expects that one"
"But-but I'm not certain care for
him enough" Mildred had stammered.
Nell had stared at her.
my dear child! Do you think that
any one in these days marries for love
alone?'
II didn't know" the girl said hum
bly,. Then she thought Of her cousins
elderly husband. who was seldom Wis
ible save at breakfast time, and the
hitherto concealed reason for Nell's
strange marriage was suddenly reveal.
ed to her.
Mildred had indeed experienced
much since coming into her cousins
house. None of the golden rules which
her parents had taught her were ap-
plicable here. Other ideals were cher
ished. other aims kept in sight.
Her father and mother had married
for love. Money they knew to be a
great good without which one could
yet be happy. The poorest person
was as good as the wealthiest. provid-
ed he was Of moral character. Yet.
after all. when one was constantly
meeting strangers how could one know
more about them than their appear
ance revealed? Who cared whether
Mrs. Poynters first husband was liv-
ing? .u.
She was the wife of a notable rich
man and very agreeable. In Harlin
she would have been looked upon with
suspicion. but here she was courted.
Yes. money was wonderful thing. 1t
brought one so much. Even If she did
not love Mr.. Hubbard she could no
doubt be very happy with him. To be
able to wear a dress like that gray vel.
vet and black furs with long silver
hairs in them. each one Of which rep.
resented u purseful Of money. and ri.
bies like Mrs. Ogden's!
The girl drew long breath and stir
red uneasily. What would her father
and mother say? What would Tom
think? She bit her lip as the memory
of his brave yet tender face possessed
her. She could almost hear him say
ing:
Now. look here. Daffy -Down-D -Dily,
you are going up to town to visit your
fine cousin. and she'll have some fel.
low picked out for you. I know. He'll
be rich and-and different. and that
viii end my chance. which always was
mighty poor. wasn't 1t. dear? II II
wasn't you'd say one word. and then !
wouldn't feel SO entirely down as ]
will be II you go without saying It."
Hho lad NOT a0il1 fI1o word. and 40