The Eureka sentinel. [volume] (Eureka, Nev.) 1902-current, 1914-09-19

tertained the hope o. reigning over the
old voolfolk house as Mrs. Frederic
Sateriee? Such presumption should be
summarily dealt with.
Il shall certainly stay on where I
am. Mr.. Saterlee. who has shown
himself quite a genius for homemak-
ing. would doubtless be quite unwili-
ing to locate there. even under the old
conditions. but everything is changed.
you know"
"Yes. I know: everything is changed"
THAT settles it," she said to herself.
"It Is not Price Sheldon at all. 1t Is
Fred whose name slips on her tongue
| as easily as II they had been married
for years" OF course she meant that
after all the trouble that old place had
given him Mr.. Satterlee would prefer
another home. but that she would not.
She repeated aloud:
Eyes. everything Is changed. 1t Is
wonderful what changes can be
wrought in everything and everybody
I'm a few short months"
They were not the observations Of a
sage, but Amy never posed for a sage.
Conversation tagged. For some mex
plicable reason the two women had
drifted sensibly apart. A mysterious
unspoken test had been applied to their
friendship. and 1t showed marks Of the
strain. Was 1t Ora's fault? Was 1t
Amy's? The teapot was empty. a chill
settled upon all things. Amy relieved
the situation by rising.
"wel1. l guess I'd better be going"
she said with an assumption Of ease.
and Ora accepted her proffered hand
languidly.
To Amy. simple hearted. village bred
Amy. this sudden transition from pleas
ant companionableness to formal po-
likeness was mystifying. She must
have said or done something to bring
it about. What could It have been?
And l am not going to see you any
more?" she asked. holding Ora's hand
in u firm clasp ms II she must bring
back the old friendly spirit.
Ora forced n conventional smile to
her lips. MY lease expires day after
tomorrow. Tomorrow I shall be very
busy packing and shipping my few be
Iongings back to the plantation"
"I1l run over all the same" said Amy
with persistent friendliness.
And Ora said formally. do So"
That night the superintendent Of the
oil mills was made happy In the most
unexpected fashion. His regular We'd
nesday evening call to the little cottage
in the suburbs Of Blakeville which
Amy and the leading milliner of the
town. called home was drawing tn a
close.
Amy. the desired Of his heart. was
her prettiest. brightest self that night,
also her most adroit self.
Before the superintendent said good
night there glistened on Amy's finger
the betrothal ring he had been pa
tiently carrying in his vest pocket
against the hour when Providence
should fight on his side.
"And, oh, / say, Amy"-he beamed
on her from the threshold to which she
finally forced him to retreat after the
] clock had struck 12-'how would you
like a wedding trip o to Sonora?'
Amy replied in effect that a we'd
ding trip to Mexico or to some distant
planet under his supervising tender
Iess would be awfully nice.
The fact of being engaged has a
wonderfully vitalizing effect upon the
average woman She convinces her
self that she is in love with the man
who has made possible all the deli
cious excitements of rousseau and
wedding gift.
The superintendent smiled in a slow
fashion. but with entire content. He
was young and he had his measure OF
good looks. but he was not Frederic
Saterlee, and Amy was conscious Of
making up her mind to be i. love with
her future husband.
81 guess my business won't require
our going to any distant planet. but l
want to see Mr.. Saterlee before he gets
any farther off. If he'll sell the mills
I'd as soon be master of 'em as super
intendent. wouldn't you? Old gentle
man Voolfolk says he lays no claim
to anything about the mills excepting
the ground they are built on. and that
l can get on easy terms II Saterlee