The Forrest City times., 1914-03-06
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 The rubbered feet across tle way hurried their owner Into the cigar store in front of which he had been standing, and where he had a good view of the r. w c. A. Building. He flung down some change and demand ed the use of the telephone Then. with one eye on the opposite doorway he called up number and delivered his message.
 Olive treed me birJ She's in a room all roight at the Y. w. C. A. place, fer l seed her tt the winder. She come with foine gintlemin, but he's gahn now, an she's loike to stay spell. You'd best come at once. All roight. Hurry up," He hung up the telephone receiver and hurried back to his post in front of the big entrance Meanwhile the bride-elect upstairs, with happy heart and trem- bling fingers, was putting on her own beautiful garments once more, and ar ranging the waves of lovely hair in their old accustomed way.
 Tyron Dunham's plans were well laid. He first called up his friend the minister and told him to be ready; then a florist not far from the church . then large department store where he had spent some time that morning. ''1s that Mir Hunter, head of the fur department? MT Hunter, this is MT Dunham. You remember our conver- sation this morning? Kindly send the coat and hat selected to the Y. w. c. A. Building at once Yes, just send them to the office. You remember 1t was to be c. o. D., and I showed you my certified check this morning It's all right, Is 1t? How long will it take you to get it there? All right. Have the boy wait if I'm not there. Good-by."
 His next move was to order a car riage, and have it stop at the florist S on the way. That done, he consulted his watch. Seventeen minutes of his precious half-hour were gone With nervous Noste he went into a tele- phone b h and called up his own home on the long distance
 To his relief his mother answered.
 'Is that you. Mother? This Is Tryon. Are you all well? That's good. Yes, I'm In Chicago, but will soon be home. Mother, I've something to tell you that may startle you, though there is nothing to make you sad You have known that there was something on my mind for some time. He paused for the murmur of assent.
 He knew how his mother was look ing, even though he could not see her that set look of being ready for any thing. He wanted to spare her as much as possible, so he hastened on :
 You remember speaking to me about the ring I wore?"
 "Tyron! Are you engaged?" There was a sharp anxiety in the tone as it same through the hundreds of miles of space.
 One better, Mother. I'm just about to be married."
 My son! What have you done? Don't forget the honorable name you bear,"
 No, Mother. l don't forget. Shes fine and beautiful and sweet You will love her, and our world will fall at her feeti"
 But who is she? You must remem- Der that love Is very blind. Tryon. you must come home at once. shall die if you disgrace us all Don't do anything to spoil our lives l know 1t is something dreadful, or you would not do it in such haste"
 Nothing of the kind, Mother. Can t you trust me? Let me explain She is alone, and legal circumstances which it would take too long for me to explain over the phone have made it desirable for her to have my immedi- ate protection. We are going at once to Edwin Twinells church, and he will marry us. It is all arranged, but felt that you ought to be told before hand We shall probably take the night express for home. Tell Cornelia that l shall expect congratulations telegraphed to the hotel here inside of two hours"
 But, Tryon. what will our friends think? It is most extraordinary! How can you manage about announce ments?"
 Bother the red tape, Mother! What difference does that make? Put 1t in the society column if you want to-"
 But, Tryon, we do not want to be conspicuous"