The Wrangell sentinel., 1916-11-09
When Betty made her apnenrance


 in the dining room on the morning of the 11th handkerchief of hero ic proportions temporarily obscured her face. AS she dropped into her chair she sneezed, and the attention of the family was at once focused upon her. Her pretty blue eyes were bloodshot and swollen, her small nose a most unbecoming shade of pink. Apologetically she bowed her head and sneezed again and yet again.
 Really, Betty" said Aunt Emily with more annoyance than sympa- thy, "you must have been extreme ly careless to take such a cold"
 And, moreover, my dear," said Uncle Chester, you'll find it neces- sary to be very careful. 1 shall in- sist on your remaining indoors to- day."
 Cornelia made false move. "Betty has an engagement, papa. She is to go on Billy Randolph's yachting party"
 Betty sneezed twice.
 "A yachting partyr cried Uncle Chester. 'Prepostcrous! I will tel ephone young Randolph myself and explain that Betty is not fit to leave the house."
 'Kerchoo" said Betty, with grateful glance at her uncle, while Aunt Emily put in quickly, "Instead of yachting the poor child should go to bed at once."
 "Kerchoow said Betty again, and, with coffee and rolls dispatched amid much sneezing and constant use of her handkerchief, she straightway sneezed her way up- stairs to her room and softly bolted the door.
 Betty did not make her appear ance at luncheon. Susan took up q tray to her room, and when Corne- 1ia knocked later in the afternoon there was no answer. Cornelia stole away on tiptoe. A good sleep was the best thing in the world for a heavy cold. If Betty did not wake till morning all the better.
 It lacked only five minutes of the dinner hour when Betty, an auda- cious vision in pink chiffon, loated into the drawing room. Her blue eyes were as clear as a June sky, and only her cheeks were flushed, while in her hand she carried lace cobweb of a handkerchief. Corne- lia and her mother looked blankly at each other. But the young man whom Alan had just introduced stared at Betty.
 'I'm sure we've met before," he said. "Your face is SO familiar" He went across the room and stood by Betty's chair. The girl smiled up at him and then dropped her eyes.
 ''The last time you saw me I was in a silver frame, wasn't l." she said, "with long curls hanging down my back?"
 Walter Burnham's heart leaped.
 |'You're little Betty Carroll" he cried joyously. "Ernest Carroll's sister Betty! Why, I've known you by reputation since you wore pin afores. By love, this is worth com- jag for!"
 At dinner Betty, of course, was seated at the other end of the table from Burnham, but he sought her side the moment they returned to the drawing room and remained there till he had missed two trains. When he said goodby he held her hand a little longer than was neces- sary.
 NI shall see you very soon, you know" he said. "I'm only fifty miles off, so I can run down almost any time. You didn't know Ernest gave me the picture in the little silver frame, did you? I've got it in my room now"
 When Billy Randolph a day or two later asked Betty to take din- ner with him at the Country club the following Saturday he was dis appointed when she shook her head.
 'Thank you, Billy" she answered blushingly, "but l have a previous engagement"