The Oakley herald. [volume] (Oakley, Idaho) 1908-1961, 1916-02-04
PEACE IN The FAMILY
BY KEITH KENYON.


Dora loved her father devotedly.
There was something in his tone that
brought flood of red to her cheeks.
We'll, not exactly ancient, daddy,
but when | get married ! want some
one my own age who can play golf
and tennis and dance and run an aero
plane, maybe, If he's rich
An all-around athlete like yourself,
SO you think because | like books and
4 garden and write for magazines I'm
DID and decrepit?''
Now, daddy"
1T sounds pretty much that way,
miss. But if you liked books and flow
ers better than anything else wouldn't
you like your husband to like them,
too, no matter what his age might
be-" anxiously.
Il suppose So" with a sigh. But,
daddy dear, il she's accepted you
and you seem pretty sure of it or you'd
have been more anxious about the let
ter-please don't tell me. I'll know
that silence means consent. And
maybe some day mean I'll try to
get used to it, She kissed him and
went quickly back to the house to sob
her heart out in her room.
The days passed and Henry Harper
never returned to the subject they had
discussed that morning in the garden.
Dora dropped, knowing that her father
was to be married and that another
woman would soon be pouring coffee
at her place at the table.
Her friends, little guessing the trou-
BILE, did what they could to cheer her.
Her father was worried. Dora" he
said one morning with finality, 81. have
a plan. I'm going to send you away.
You need a change of scene and air
If you go on this way l don't know
what will happen. You've got to go.
I've made up my mind!"
"But, daddy, promise you won't"
she stopped
He guessed the appeal in her eyes.
mo, dear," softly. Il won't be mar
ried while you're gone | know of
place on the north shore of Massa-
chusetts, Broxton, where a number of
people have cottages. Some friends OF
your mother live there-two in fact. a
Mr.. Cyrus Fielding bachelor. and his
sister Margaret. They have always
wanted us to visit them, but | can't
go just now. So I'm going to send
you alone. There! That's a good girl.
knew you'd do it. I'll give you q
check for some clothes and try to be
ready by Saturday"
The Fieldings were at the station
with their car when Dora arrived at
Broxton Saturday evening. Margaret
was clear skinned dark eyed and
quiet hammered, and her tender greet
ing Of the girl won her at once. Cyrus,
tall and not too good looking, put
Dora instantly at her ease by remark
ing, How do you do, Miss Harper?
The last time / saw you you were
cutting your first teeth. Someone sug-
gested that l investigate, and you bit
me. l still have the scar"
Dora laughed. 81 have always won
dered why my teeth tried to grow
crooked. / understand now. They got
wrecked in infancy"
Very likely you are right" agreed
Margaret Fielding, looking at her
brother fondly. He's as hard as
nails all over. And no wonder-he's
never in the house"
THAT sounds promising" returned
Dora, IF you mean he's fond of
sport"
TRY me on anything you like!"
boosted Cyrus. But here we are at
home"
The cottage was low, rambling and
luxurious with every comfort. Sur
rounding 1t was most wonderful
garden. ooh, IL father could only see
it," exclaimed Dora. 'He loves flow
ers SOL"
Il wish he could" answered Mar
garet. THE garden is mine. take
care OF it myself. Now, dearie,
want you to feel that this is your
home. Do just whatever you wish.
I'll see that you meet some charming
people and Cyrus would love to have
you along on all his jaunts. boating
or otherwise, if you don't think he's
too old"
You're both darlings," exclaimed
Dora enthusiastically. IT'S my own
fault If / don't have the time OF my
life" For the time she had forgotten
about her father and her trouble.
The days and weeks flew. The roses
OF health and spirits again bloomed
on Dora's cheeks-and something else!
For she had fallen in love with Cyrus
Fielding and he with her. But, dear,
you are sure you don't think | am
too DID," he asked her once anxiously.
I'm forty"
"Oh, hush! / won't have you say
that" she laughed. You're just
right"
One day Dora came into the library
where Margaret was reading. On the
table was bowl of roses that caught
her eye. why, those are Lady Thorn
roses! l thought rather was the only
one in this part of the country who
had themi"