The Julesburg grit-advocate., 1914-09-17

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Is Judge spotsvood .. homs!'
asked one of them.
Yes. sir: he's waiting for you. Dos't
you recognize me. Mr.. Jones?"
Broadway stepped With her into the
lighted entry. why: be said. ~
tonished. - hs looked At her develop
ing beauty. you're not Clara. arr
your"
She could feel the admiration In hia
tone. rather than see 1t on his face
for she could not look up. 'Of course
I am"
Well. what do you think Of that!
Youre-veFy di6erent-why. you were
little girl last time saw you!" He
pulled Wallacs forward by the arm.
This 10 my friend. Mr.. Wallace Bob.
this 10 the judges daughter. Miss
Spotswood."
Now. she could see her old friends
friend more clearly. Instaatly she de.
cided that he was the handsomest OF
living men. She had been genuibely
glad to see Broadway. Now. immedi-
ately. she forgot that he existed.
I'm going to get JOSIE" she ex-
claimed and hed into the night.
by heck. Broadway" Wallace com.
mented. There's q pretty country giri!
I didn't know bhey did 1t in such detail
in the rural districts"
Ths psdEe came to them with q
heart. landclasp. Welcome to this
house again. my boy" said he. ITS
been . Ioae time since you have seen
this room. Not changed much. eh! We
don't change much in Jonesville." He
waved his hand toward Mrs. Spots
wood. who was sitting in Z hutter Of
expectancy. but would not rise because
it seemed more elegant to remain seat
ed. Remember that LADY,"
Broadway hurried toward her. Il
should say I do! Hello. Mrs. Spots
wood: I'm awfully glad to SEQ you
again."
Now she could rise with full pro-
priety. and did 10. taking his hand cor
daily. Well. we'll. Broadway; it
doesn't seem possible that it's you"
Smiling in an unfeigned Joy at seeing
him. she took him by the shoulders
aud slowly turned him around for in
spection.
Yes. guess i've changed" he
laughed Nobody seemed to know me
in the streets, and saw only one face
that I recognised" He brought Bob
up. "This II Mr.. wallace, Mrs. Spots
wood"
She shook his friends hand heartily.
Il want you to feel right at home
guess Broadway knows that all his
friends are our friends"
Wallace really was delighted by the
whole atmosphere OF simple welcome;
and those eyes of Clara Spots
wood's-he wondered IL, when
Broadway took the full charge
of the gum works and came
here to live, there would not be some
reason for, branch offlce of the EN-
pire Advertising agency in Jonesville,
The Judge called their attention to 4
portrait Of the dead gum magnate. ut
was made ten years ago." he said, in
explanation.
But he didn't change much in his
last ten years" said Mrs. Spotswood.
NO: you bet Re didn't" Broadway
acknowledged bitterly.
rs Dave in the kitchen, mom?" the
fudge inquired, rs Mrs. Spotswood
started for the lemonade.
Yes"
He went to her confidentially, hand
ing her a coin. as soon as he was sure
that Broadway and his friend were lost
in contemplation of the portrait. Give
him this quarter then" he whispered
"and tell him to go over to the drue
store and get six good cigars for me-"
Though this was mad extravaganza
! she countenanced 1t upon this great oc
casion. I'll tell him right away" she
promised, and The judge smiled at her
She always rose to great occasions.
Didn't remember Clara. did you
when she went TO the door?" he genial
ly inquired of Broadway.
NO; didn't" he admitted. She,
quite lady now. isn't she?"
Nineteen, near twenty"
She's mighty pretty girl, Judge,
Wallace commented. with fervor.
| We'll, we're proud of her" Tn,
judge made a gesture as II warnin,
them to listen carefully, and thel
dropped his voice, almost to a whisper
This was the Homecoming of a Jones
and this was Jonesville. It should, h
held. be celebrated in something
stronger than lemonade. With an ey
upon>the door, he pulled q flask out o
his pocket. Il thought maybe yo
boys would like little drop of some
thing, 50 brought home this fash
Can't fix you up a drink. Broadway
Jackson guessed its quality, ant
though his system yearned for alce
hol. rejected the mere thought No
now, thanks"
Mr.. Wallace?"
Taking his cue from Jackson. Wa
lace shook his head "A little latel
Judge"
The Judge put the flask back in hi
pocket. Well don't sey anythin
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