The Oakley herald. [volume] (Oakley, Idaho) 1908-1961, 1916-12-08

y CATHERINE cRANMER.

chair and bent her blond head to scan
the headlines of the paper he was read-'
ing.
Nothing exactly startling, but here's
something that ought To interest u.s."
He pointed to a paragraph, and Betty
began to read:
Theron NJ Clay, candidate for con-
gressional representative from the Sew
enth district, will be one of the speak
ers at the political mass meeting al
Stanhope hall tomorrow evening. Mr..
Clay has brilliant record as an atto1
ney and is said to be gifted orator.
"Whewl That doesn't sound so u
teresting to me-" said Betty. "Besidej
I'm going to Mrs. Andrews dinA
dance with Jerry Davis tomorrow eY
! ming"
That's very awkward daughte1
l was talking to Theron Clay tod
| telephone and / invited hill
| dinner with us tomorrow
I'm tell you, daddy-Tlf
your Henry Clay at dinner if
me motor to Hill Creek lod'
Jerry tomorrow to the tennis
| 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 it five o'clock had come.
"Mercy me, Jerty!" she exclaimed in
dismay. Here l 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 long hill at the base
of which was hairpln curve, Jerry
neglected to obey the 5iglboard warn
ing to blow his horn, and when ne
made the turn he was compelled 20
veer wildly to the roa lsile 70 avoid
running into three men replacing tire
on large touring car that stood ut the
left of the road. In the tan grass at
the roadside, Jerrys front tire fairly
pinioned itself on the jagged neck of
large broken bottle, and deafening,
long-drawn-out hiss followed.
Il 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
Jerry, but looked at Betty for a re-
ply.
The next minute she was waving
good-by to a somewhat disconsoIate
Jerry, and the big car moved away.
The man who had invited her to ac-
company them sat on the rear seat
with Betty.
Il, too, run the risk of being late
Tor dinner" said ker 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 it wasn't for daddy, wouldn't
mind. L promised him to be nice to a
friend of his tonight, and I don't want
MN to think I'm playing off,"
That's funny" said the nan. "for
I'm mountaineering myself to please
a friend of my father, too"
Betty felt delightful sense of COM
partnership sitting there beside this
man with the sympathetic voice. and
she spoke out half unconsciously:
II hnnp1 IN orat
Tor the ordeal ahead of me, but row
III do well if get into my dinner gown
ana 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 surnrisa
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
drlver the same house number which
John Allen had given him the day ne
lore when inviting him to dine with
them.
Then you are Mr.. Aliens daugA-
terF' asked the man eagerly
"Ye-es," said Betty, locking vorv
straight at him. Then her blue ewes
SLOWLY rounded with surprise. "You
can't be Mr.. Clay, can your"
Il can't be anybody else.n he said
handing her his card. "And / hone
the daughter of my fathers friend win
forgive me for any rudeness implied 4,
what L said about its being self-sacri-
nee to accept his invitation"
L think 1t is who should ask to be
forgiven for my fippant use of the
name of your kinsman, Henry Claw
said Betty, with blush. When thew
reached the hall, Betty laid a hand
gently on her fathers arm.
Daddy, DEAR" she said sweetly.
looking from him to their guest. "you
must wait until dinner is served to en-
Joy MIR. Clay, for he is very tired and
we must let him go upstairs and rest
Tor the ordeal ahead of him tonight AT
the mass meeting"