The Press., 1915-11-17
cut in Mrs. Duland.

cut In Mrs. Duland.
Cherry smiled vaguely and changed
the subject. She knew that the serv-
ants were secretly laughing at them
for making so much of this business
of hiring a chef or a chauffeur. Cher
ry hated these superior servants, and q
fierce loyalty to her parents prompted
her to be especially tender with then,
that evening.
You are more like Cherry Doolan of
Sunset days." said Peter Paul, strok-
ing her dark hair.
Il love Cherry Doolan, and l hate
Charlotte Duland," smiled Cherry.
A silence brooded over the three Du-
lands, who before the millions came
had been happy Doolans. At last Pc
ter Paul reused himself.
81 had a letter from Finch today. He
says the business is running down."
'It lacks your hand, Peter" said
Mrs. Duland, and Cherry knew they
were all thinking of the old happy
days.
The following day Mrs. Duland and
Cherry went shopping.
The new chauffeur drove the shining
car.
Mrs. Duland was distinctly dismayed
at James reckless driving.
"He will kill us, Cherry" she gasped
as they lodged in and out OF the maze
Of vehicles, to stop abruptly at the
traffic officers whistle.
Cherry was pale, perhaps with fear,
but her eyes shone.
"Would you like to change to a taxi
mother?" she asked. ..
Eyes. Tell James to stop at Buff
FANS"
Cherry picked up the tube.
"Buffam's, James," she ordered.
The limousine drew up at the curb.
and James opened the door.
IL will meet you at the Plaza for
lunch, mother" and before Mrs. Du-
land could recover her breath the
limousine shot away up the avenue.
1.-The park, James," said Cherry.
When they reached the park, pass
ing a soda fountain, Cherry called a
halt.
"a cherry phosphate" she said to the
chauffeur.
Yes, Miss Duland." He touched his
cap and walked a few hundred yards
toward tiny confectionery store.
When he returned he carried a brim-
ming glass of dark red liquid
THANK you, Jimmy" she said, smil-
ing at him over the glass.
James, if you please, Miss Duland,"
he said, and his lips were white.
Miss Doolan, if you please, Jim
N.Y." she Knocked him.
For awhile he was silent, gazing at
her with his heart in his eyes.
why did you do it, Jimmy?" whis-
pered Cherry.
You know! l wanted to come, and
then-your father sent for me-"
Father? Then he knows?' breath
ed Cherry.
Eyes. ] was glad to be near YOU
although l did not expect to be recog-
niZed by your fashionable friends. 1t
wasn't that hope, Cherry-I mean Miss
Duland"
"Duland! Pooh!' Cherry snapped
her fingers. II am Cherry Doolan and
will be until She paused.
"And will be until''- he prompted.
Until I'm notv' she flashed back.
Jimmy Lee, that white linen coat you
wore in the drug store was vastly
more becoming than this one!''
"Ah. Cherry. you really mean it?"
he asked eagerly.
Cherry held out the glass.
Taste it, Jimmy" she commanded,
but first she touched the brim with
her own lips. Taste it, Jimmy"
He took glass and little hand in h-,
and tasted the bitter connection.
Its nectar" he murmured.
1.-The same old Jimmy" she whisper
ed, and tears were in her eyes.
That night at dinner the Dulands
had guest, one whose presence
caused a litter of amusement among
the servants.
1t was James, the chauffeur. who ap-
peared to be equally popular with
Cherry's parents.
After dinner, while they sat in the
cozy library, Mary, the parlor maid
brought telegram.
Open mouthed with surprise, Peter
Paul Duland read it aloud. It was
from his lawyers in San Francisco:
Just learned your Uncle Peters son,
reported dead, is alive. Arrived from
Australia today. Claims entire fortune.
Accept sympathy. Come at once"
The Dulands stared at one another
and then at Jimmy Lee.
''Thank God" they said in unison.
And thus the Dulands gave back to
the Doolans their old happy, common
place life