The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1914-03-21

you can take US all, >" laughed Billy.
"A week." said Bartlett tentatively.
I'm the country. away from kilograms
and letters and papers, 1t would do me
a vast amount OF good. l have been
overworking lately" He nodded grave
~. In confirmation of his own remark.
Il would like TO drop everything. now.
this minute, crank up the car and
start. no matter where, any place.
any road. You don't need clothes. The
lighter you travel, the better. You
can put up anywhere you happen to
be for the night. and II you get lost it
does not matter. merely adds to the
fun and affords an adventure"
1T sounds alluring," said Henrietta.
Suppose we all go, Just as we are!"
I'VE could" cried Billy. why. dad.
we could do 1t easily. have that
linen dress / wore yesterday, and my
brush and comb and things. and you
have yours"
But the general and Henrietta" OBJ
jected Bartlett. "They only ran up
here for the day, my dear. They may
not have anything"
Yes, we have" cried Henrietta.
I'VE planned to stay week or two
and sent trunk along. We could
easily pack suit case"
OH" exclaimed Billy. do let's do
It,"
Il noticed a suit case in your car,
Bachelor" Bartlett turned to the Wa
termelon, genially. Il Judge you are
planning to take few days jaunt
somewhere"
Il was thinking of It," acknowledged
the Watermelon, with truth, lounging
gracefully in the doorway.
Bartlett laughed. I'VE are crazy, all
of u.s." said he and waved the sugges-
ton aside as whimsical fancy best
forgotten.
"Oh, daddy, please" leased Billy.
But, Billy, child, the others don't
want to do 1t, the general or Batche-
lor."
II want to-" said Henrietta, land so
does the general. Father, wouldn't you
like to take trip in the car some
where for week or two?"
The generals attention had wan
dered back to the car. He turned abb
stractedly. do what. Henrietta@
Take trip in the car for a week
or two"
Eyes, we must plan one later. as we
did last summer"
But we mean now. father, start
right now"
Nov? Henrietta. you're foolish. my
dear"
mo, indeed, father. Why not now?
DO 1t now is your favorite motto, you
know"
1T is impossible" and the general.
also, dismissed the subject.
Bartlett thrust his hands in his
pockets and appeared absorbed in his
car. He knew Billy.
"Why, impossible?" asked Billy, lay
ing a small hand on the generals arm.
you were going to spend Q week
here. Why not spend H. in your car?
You have 10 engagement, have your"
NO" said the general, smiling into
her pretty face. But what about
clothes?"
Clothes" laughed Billy. why,
clothes"
BE hanged" said the Watermelon.
Bartlett laughed. quite so. Wash
out on the line, general. Better come"
Pretend the Indians have risen,"
said Henrietta. land you are given an
hour to get into marching order"
"Ah, yes" cried the eager Billy, pat
ting the arm she chung to. you used
to do it, general. why. in half an hour,
out on the plains"
What do you know about 1t, puss?"
asked the general.
Didn't YOU" pleaded Billy.
YES" said the general, who always
gave in to a pretty woman. Il used
to. In those days we were always
ready for fight"
so you will go? new you would"
But Mr.. Batchelo may have to re.
turn to the city," nggested Henriet
ia, glancing at the Watermelon.
Bartlett shot a 81 nee at the young
man and began to whistle softly
through his teeth - he indiffercntly
raised the bonnet OF his car and en-
amined the clean, well-ordered ma
chinery within. WoHd Billy's charms
be enough to hold the young man
against his better Judgment? Could
he forget what the next week meant
for him, forget the lure of the street.
the rise and fall of stocks. in the light
of woman's eyes, in the sound OF a
woman's laugh? II Billy could not
keep him. what could? He must be
kept. A week with him out OF the
way. the ring could be renewed
strengthened, that which was lost. re-
gained. Bartlett bent low over his
car. but he heard Billy, sweetly speak.
Ing to the Watermelon.
you don't have to return 10 the
city, do you? You would much rather
20 with us, wouldn't your"
Cant you Join US. Batchelor7" asked
the general. you've made enough
for one while. When you run out of
that three million. you can go back.
Time enough then"
Swollen fortunes are a crime nv