The Logan Republican. [volume] (Logan, Utah) 1902-1924, 1916-11-30
Their Fathers FRIENDS
Nv CATHERINE cRANMER.

,oner. dad?" asked Betty Allen as she
narcbed on the arm of her fathers
ehair and bent her blond head to scan
Tho headlines Of the paper he was read
ing
"Nothlng exactly startling, but here's
something that ought to interest u.s."
He pointed to paragraph, and Betty
hogan to read:
"Theron M. Clay, candidate for con-
vressional representative from the Sew
enth district, will be one Of the speak,
ers at the political mass meeting at
stanhope hall tomorrow evening. Mr..
Clay has brilliant record as an attor-
ney and is satd to be gifted orator.
"Whew! That doesn't sound so In
teresting to me-" said Betty. Besides,
I'm going to Mrs. Andrews dinner
dance with Jerry Davis tomorrow eve
ming"
That's very awkward, daughter, for
was talking to Theron Clay today by
telephone and I invited him to have
dinner with us tomorrow evening"
"I'll tell you, daddy-rll entertain
YOUR Henry Clay at dinner II you'll let
me motor to Hill Creek lodge with
Jerry tomorrow to the tennis tourna-
ment."
The tennis tournament ended at four
o'clock the next afternoon and Betty
found so many friends to greet and SO
many victors to congratulate that be-
fore she knew 1t FIVE o'clock had come
Mercy me, Jerry!" she exclaimed in
dismay. "Here I am playing around
when l ought to be home SOLDERING up
for the ordeal Of being hostess to Hen
ry Clay. Let's go at once or I'll be late
for my own dinner party"
Jerry's blue car shot smoothly out
on the rock roads and Betty began to
feel relieved. As they went silently
coasting down a long hill at the base
of which was a hairpin curve. Jerry
neglected to obey the signboard warn
ing to blow his horn, and when he
made the turn he was compelled to
veer wildly to the roadside to avoid
running into three men replacing tire
on large touring car that stood at the
left Of the road. In the tall grass at
the roadside, Jerry's front tire fairly
pinioned itself on the jagged neck Of
large broken bottle, and deafening,
long-drawn-out hiss followed.
II beg your pardon" said a deep
voice at the side of the car, "but our
machine is now ready to continue its
journey. and we shall be happy to
take the lady into town If she will
honor us by allowing us to do So"
The speaker, who was a tall, digni-
fed man in dark gray tweeds and a
soft black hat, addressed himself to
ply.
The next minute she was waving
good-by to somewhat discOnsolate
Jerry, and the big car moved away.
The man who had invited her to ac-
company them sat on the rear seat
with Betty.
II, too, run the risk of being late
for dinner" said her seat mate, "and
of inconveniencing others while en-
barrassing myself"
THAT'S too bad" said Betty, sympa-
thetically. The big mans big voice
made her feel even smaller than she
was. IF 1t wasn't for daddy, wOuldn' |
mind. l promised him to be nice to n
friend Of his tonight, and don't want
him to think I'm playing off,"
That's funny" said the man, "for
I'm inconveniencing myself to please
friend Of my father, too"
Betty felt delightful sense Of COM
panionship sitting there beside this
man with the sympathetic voice, and
she spoke out half unconsciously:
Il hoped to get home in time to rest
I'll do well If l get into my dinner gown
and get my salad made before Henry
Clay arrives"
Just then the chauffeur asked for
Instructions about reaching Betty's
nome, and as she bent to give them
she missed the look of amused surprise
on her companions face, but she
turned toward him just in time to see
MS eyes open wide In sudden under
standing as he heard her give the
driver the same house number which
John Allen had given him the day be
fore when inviting him to dine with
them,
Then you are Mr.. Aliens daugh
teri" asked the man eagerly.
"fe-es," said Betty, looking very
straight at him. Then her blue eyes
slowly rounded with surprise. "Yol
can't be Mr.. Clay, can your"
Il can't be anybody else" he said
handing her his card. "AId 1 hops
the daughter of my fathers friend viii
forgive me for any rudeness implied II
what | said about its being self-sacri
nee to accept his invitation"
Il think 1t Is who should ask to b.
forgiven for my fiippant use of thu
name Of your klnsman, Henry Clay,
Sald Betty, with blush. When the!
reached the hall, Betty laid a hanC
RentlV on lar fo thari. RIM