The Idaho Springs siftings-news., 1914-08-29

Yes. sir: he's waiting for you. Don't
you recognize me, Mr. Jones?"
Broadway stepped with her into the
lighted entry. why" he said. as
tonished. as he looked at her develop
your"
She could feel the admiration In his
tone, rather than see it on his face
for she could not look up. "Of course
| am
Well. what do you think OF that,
You're-very different-why, you were
little girl last time | saw you" He
pulled Wallace forward by the arm
his is my friend, Mr.. Wallace. Bob
this is the judges daughter, Miss
| Spotswood
| Now. she could see her old friend g
| friend more clearly. Instantly she de.
cided that he was the handsomest OF
| living men. She had been genuinely
glad to see Broadway. Now. immedi-
ately. she forgot that he existed.
I'm going to get Josie" she ex-
claimed and fed into the night
BY heck. Broadway" Wallace-com-
mented. There's pretty country girl
| didn't know they did 1t in such detail
in the rural districts"
The edge came to them with a
heart nandclasp. Welcome to this
house again. my boy" said he It's
been a long time since you have seen
this room. Not changed much, eh2 We
don't change much in Jonesvile" He
waved his hand toward Mrs Spots
wood who was sitting in flutter Of
expectancy. but would not rise because
1t seemed more elegant to remain seat
ed Remember that LADY,"
Broadway hurried toward her Il
should say | do, Hello. Mrs Spots
wood: I'm awfully glad to see you
again"
Now she could rise with full pro
priety. and did so. taking his hand cor
daily. We'll, well. Broadway; 1t
doesn't seem possible that its YOU" !"
Smiling in an uufeigned JOY at seeing
him, she took him by the shoulders
and 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 recognized" He brought Bob
up. This is 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 II. when
Broadway took the full charge
of the gum works and came
here to live. there would not be some
reason for a branch office OF the En-
pire Advertising agency In Ionesville.
The judge called their attention to a
portrait of the dead gum magnate 1T
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 he didn't" Broadway
acknowledged bitterly
rs Dave in the kitchen, mom?" the
judge inquired as Mrs. Spotswood
started for the lemonade
Yes"
He went to her confideetlally, hand,
ing her 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 drug
store and get six good cigars for me-
Though this was mad extravaganza,
she countenanced 1t upon this great oc-
casion. III 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; l didn't" he admitted. She's
| quite lady now, isn't she?"
Nineteen, near twenty"
Shes a mighty pretty girl. judge
| Wallace commented. with fervor.
We'll. we're proud of her" The
| judge made a gesture as IL warning
them to listen carefully, and then
dropped his voice, almost to a whisper.
This was the Homecoming Of Jones
and this was Jonesville. 1t should, he
held. be celebrated in something
stronger than lemonade. With an eye
upon the door, he pulled flask out OF
his pocket. Il thought maybe you
boys would like little drop OF some
thing. SO l brought home this flask
Can't fix you up drink, Broadway"
Jackson guessed its quality. and.
though his system yearned for co
hol. rejected the mere thought Not
now, thanks"
"Mr Wallace?"
Taking his cue from Jackson, Wal
lace shook his head. "A little later,
Judge"
The Judge put the flask back in his
pocket, We'll. don't say anything
about 1t. Mrs. Spotswood would raise
thunder II she thought brought 1t in
the house. She's an awful temperance
crank"