The Jasper weekly courier. [volume] (Jasper, Ind.) 1858-1922, 1915-06-11
MARRYING ROYALTY
So Carl SAID When He Welded
the Queen of Cooks.

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deeper pink with the exertIon of
climbing the stairs 10 the third floor.
Good morning. Miss Newton. she
smiled al the little nursery governess
who was sitting With Bobby in the
window seat Il wonder II you and
Bobby wouldn't like 20 play today
/ We are going 10 picnic at the pine
grove and"
oh. mother-honey Bobby flung
his sturdy self at his parent VIII
there be lemonade and chicken sand
| wiches9 And can | wear my new
white Tommy Tucker suit ?"
Yes. to everything. laughed Mrs.
Bliss, kissing him and moving toward
the door Can you be ready in Is
minutes. Miss Newton ?"
"Of course We can. Mrs Bliss, We
wouldn't miss a picnic for the world.
would We. Bobby she jumped up
and put away books and toys. Come,
childie."
They danced down the corridor 10
Bobbys room where nurse quickly
put him into the muchadmired suit.
In the meantime Beth Newton
| brushed her red-brown hair and
slipped into a dainty pale blue ging-
ham frock. then the girl and the little
boy went sedately downstairs TO the
front veranda where three motor cars
were waiting for the merry house
I party that had filled the Bliss coun-
I try home for ten days.
I Some OF the girls and women came
up and spoke to Bobby and nodded
I kindly to the little governess; one
OF them, Miss Nugent. tall. graceful.
and carelessly kind in her manner,
+ introduced Beth right and left. until
presently the girl found herself in
timid conversation with Mr.. Carl Bel
7 lew. so many times a millionaire
that no one troubled 10 remember ex-
actly how many dollars there were
and only recalled that he was just as
nice as if he didn't have penny.
At last they we're OF. Beth and
Bobby tucked away IN the tonneau
I of the last car With Mr.. and Mrs.
Mitchell, the footman and the lunch
baskets which overfowed on 10 the
running boards and the luggage car
riers.
This is jolly" cried Bobby en-
I Enthusiastically as they swept out OF
/ the driveway and turned up the road
/ that led 10 the Pine Mountain
Beth smiled absently. Perhaps she
was thinking that it might have been
/ pleasanter II she had been in one Of
the other large cars among that
merry crowd OF girls and young men.
Y But she chided herself sharply for the
momentary discomfort and was soon
her own accustomed happy self. en-
joying the unexpected holiday TO the
utmost
At the pine grove the picnic
hampers were unloaded James, the
7 footman. built a fire and was then
allowed 10 return home with the
machines. They we're TO come for
the picknickers at sundown One
can't have a Jolly picnic with serv-
ants around. Mrs Bliss had de-
cided
Leaving the fire 70 take care OF
itself the party trooped through the
pines TO the glade where a waterfall
tumbled among the brown rocks. An
acrid smell Of burning brought them
running to the campfire.
The fire had overcrept the bounda-
ries Of its encircling stones and had
licked its way among the pine needles
until il reached the four large
hampers
There was nothing left OF the
food save blackened remnants, and
OF the hampers there remained only
charred splinters. As the picknick-
ers reached the scene the last soda
water bottle exploded with a sicken-
ing report.
Seven miles from anywhere,
groaned Mrs Bliss.
And not a thing to eat" added
Mitchell blankly.
Or to drink" mourned Mr. Mitch
ell as he grubbed among the ruins OF
the hampers.
There was a murmur Of discomfort
/ among the young people. Some OF
] the men NOluulttItu 10 VAIN DoNh "
the house and bring something to eat
but the question was quickly decided
when a few heavy drops Of rain fell
Where is the nearest shelter?"
asked Carl Bellew.
1T must be old Ned Blake's shan
ty." replied Mrs. Bliss. AT least IL
will keep us dry for awhile. Come,
everybody"
Someone laughed a spirit OF adven-
ture into the party and so they has
tened down the slope until under the
shoulder of the mountain they reached
long. weatherbeaten shanty built
against a great rock that formed its
rear wall.
Ned Blake was hermit. who gained
living by gathering herbs and Der.
ries In season.
Repeated knocks upon the door
brought no response. The latch
string is out. suggested Beth New
ton.
Carl Bellew pulled the latchstring
and pushed open the weather-beaten