Hopkinsville Kentuckian. [volume] (Hopkinsville, Ky.) 1889-1918, 1914-01-15

My child, want to tell you some
thing"
She turned surprised eyes towar,
her mother. She could not remembe
that that faithful parent had ever toll,
her anything except to be- quiet an,
not laugh so much, and that pickles
we're bad for the complexion. and sh'
had not been ceremonious about thos,
communications. She waited and hel
mother went on nervously.
You must know, my dear. thai
things have not been going we'll with
your papa. At one time we thought
all was lost, and even the house must
be given up. Think Of me in a hired
apartment, fifth story. back, and q
woman shaking carpets over my win
dow from the nat above!"
A piece of Dresden china on a
wooden chimney piecel Myrtas i'm
agination declined the jump.
| Happily the misfortune has been
averted by--whom do you think?"
Again speculation halted.
Mr.. Lester-your fathers old
friend, you emember?-though, Of
course, years younger than your father
who retired from the street last
year just before the crash in Great
Western came and put his money In
What is 1t they put 1t in, Myrta?"
Pianos" said Myrta, unconsciously,
looking back to that last evening.
Mercy No, child! Whoever heard
Of putting money in pianos? Some
times they put it In bureau drawers,
though Mr.. Lester did not. Well, he
put 1t there, wherever II was, and 1t
brings in an income that would make
your head dizzy. He is willing to put
up the money to save us, and all be-
cause he wants to marry you. AS soon
as he sees you and gets your consent
your father will have enough to put
him where he was in business. Your
father told him that he need have no
doubt of your consent. You never have
been disobedient, and you certainly
would not begin now when so much
depends upon you. How could l live
In seventh story fiat on some un-
known street and do my hair myself?
Are you not glad that you can save me
from it?"
Poor. pretty. weak mammal How.
indeed?
Myrta leaned out and dropped some
thing into the water. She fingered a
moment gazing after 1t as II she might
be wishing that she could follow it.
It cleaned In sparkling shades of red
as 1t fell. She wondered II It would
hide away in the wreck of a lost ship
down at the bottom of the sea, and If
diver would bring 1t up into the sun
again some day and II It would
sparkle on the finger OF a girl happier
than the one who drowned II in the
waves.
YES" she said. family.
Her mother drew her into her arms
and embraced her with languid afec-
ton more like the real article than.
she had ever before bestowed uponJ
her.
What mistake have made all |
these years! / have regretted that l |
had not a son instead of a daughter. |
see now how much more real value /
there is in girl. What boy could save
his family in such crisis by the sim
pie and beautiful process of walking
up church aisle in clouds of wonder
'ul lace, surrounded by wilderness of
ovely flowers, and murmuring a few
words in shy, pretty way, and then
going off to do the grand tour Of the
world? You ought to see the exqui-
lite prayer book Mr.. Lester has bought
or you to carry-all pearl and silver
md the inscription in diamonds. Isn't
I glorious to be a girl?"
Suppose so? You will know so
When you see that prayer book and
We ordered the gown in
Paris and Felix said 1t was the most
Elegant thing he had ever created. We
ould afford to do the handsome now
hat we are in such luck. Your hus-
and can never say that you came to
i'm a beggar If we have been on the
erge of ruin"
1t all came back to Mrs. Lester as
he carriage rolled along-the low, sad
nuslc OF tnat last farewell and the
ace that looked out from the white
loonlight of that night In Paris. She
ad never again seen that face until
Here we are. Are you asleep? No
7onder, after that stupid play {
nough to set the whole town asleep" \
She alighted from the carriage and
olloved the burly figure of her hus-
and up the steps. In the doorway she
lrned and looked out into the pale.
tar-swept east.
By and by the dawn would glimmer
yer that horizon and a new day
Iould begin-a long. dull, wearisome
ay, SO like all the other days that It
'ould not be known from any yester-
ay that ever was.
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