The Washburn times. [volume] (Washburn, Wis.) 1896-1976, 1915-01-21
THE SAVING
OF BOBBIE
1t Led to a
Disclosure
By KATHLEEN O'BRIEN

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The Roberts house party had been
voted a success. 1t began on Friday
night, and now that Sunday dinner
was over the fortunate guests were
bewailing the fact that the morning
sun would see them all back in town
again.
Robert Livingston, however, was not
so sure that his visit had been alto
gether successful one. He was des-
perately in love with pretty Hulda
Roberts.
This was no secret, for Robert had
been guilty of relating his infatuation
to every one who would listen to the
narrowing tale for the past four years,
The story was interesting to Robert,
so why not to others?
The one cloud on his horizon, and
this a cloud which the brightest sun
shine could not blot out, was Carlton
Carruthers. There he was even now,
when the precious moments were so
few, dangling over the side of the pi-
ano, at which Hulda was playing softly.
Carlton Carruthers was likewise in
love with Hulda, but he had never
mentioned the fact to any one as yet,
not even to Hulda herself.
Livingston leaned against the man
telpiece and surveyed the scene. Evi-
IDENTITY a plan had occurred to him, for
he suddenly walked over to the piano.
"Hulda, don't you think it would be
a fine stunt to go for a short walk
after that heavy dinnerY he suggest
ed, absolutely ignoring the presence of
Carruthers.
Hardly in this toggery," Hulda
laughed in reply.
what have you against Miss Rob-
cts, old manY interrupted Carruthers,
that you should invite her for stroll
In the snow clad in a decOllete gown
and paper soled slippers"
well, to be frank" admitted Living
ston, 81 was thinking only Of you"
"Of me-" echoed Carruthers.
Eyes. You see, wanted to speak to
Hulda for a moment, and l knew you
detested the cold, so suggested going
out Of doors to get rid Of you"
He was irresistible, and all three Of
them laughed.
Livingston" said Carruthers, 'T'll
make a bargain with you. I'll go up
in the library and smoke just one
hour, then I'll come back and claim
Miss Roberts, and you to go to the IL
brary for an hour. What say you?"
Gentlemen! Gentlemen cried HUI
da. "How do you know that could
stand either of you for one whole
hour?"
But Carruthers was gone, and there
was nothing for her to do but stay
with Livingston. Together they went
into the great hall and curled up on an
old settle before the open fire. The
other members of the party had settled
down into peaceful groups.
Most of the men had congregated in
Mr.. Roberts study and were in a heat
ed debate over politics, while the wO-
men were seated coZily about the
drawing room talking over the same
things that women always do discuss
when the men are not about-clothes
and servants.
Hulda felt something brush by her
skirts and, leaning over, saw her Ia
vorite Angora cat purring at her side.
Tenderly she picked the animal up in
her arms.
Bobby, DEAR" she cooed to it.
did I understand you arightT' ex-
claimed Livingston.
II was speaking to the cat" reprov-
ed Hulda. His name is Robinson
Crusoe, but we call him B0bbie for
Short
"You will forgive me, Hulda, won't
your" apologized Livingston as ne
nervously pulled at his perfectly fitted
collar. "But you must remember that
my name is Bobbie. And, Hulda," ne
continued as he leaned little closer
to her, "do you think you could ever
come to think Of me as Bobbie dear?"
"Why. Mr.. Lvingston''- began
Hulda.
"Could you ever care as much for
me as for
"You have no right to drag Mr.. Car
ruthers into this" interrupted Hulda.
"He is nothing to me-"
II was not thinking Of Carruthers.
meant could you ever care as much
for me as for Robinson Crusoe? Do
you think
'I'think we are sitting too near the
fire and that it is high time that Bob
bic was in bed like all other decent
CATS" answered Hulda as she gath
cred the Angora into her arms and
rose from the settle.
"But ! thought that cats never slept
at night" inquired Livingston, trying
to hide his chagrin.
''Those are only street CATS" inform
ed Hulda. "Ple2se take Bobbie and
give him to the maid, won't you? And
you need not hurry back" she added.
Before Livingston could demonstrate
the huge gray ball of fur was thrust
into his arms
Hulda then curled up again In the
corner of the settle To her the house
party was q dire failure. That persist
ent Robert Livingston had again pro-
posed, and here was she eating hei
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