American Fork citizen. [volume] (American Fork, Utah) 1912-1979, 1916-05-06
PEACE IN The FAMILY
BY KEITH KENYON.


ty-threc? But I suppose that must
seem ancient to twenty
Dora loved her father dcvotedly.
There was something in his tone that
brought n food 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
IAN all-around athlete like yourself!
So you think because like books and
"a garden and write for magazines I'm
old and decrepit"
Now, daddy"
ut 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
81 suppose so' with n sigh But,
daddy dear If she's accepted you
and you seem pretty sure Of II 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 he 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 hnality II have
n plan. I'm going to send you away.
You need a change of scene and air.
If you 70 on this way ] 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.
"No, dear!" softly Il won't be mar
ried while you're gone. know OF u
place on the north shore of Massa.
chusetts, Broxton, where 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. Therel That's good girl
knew you'd do H. I'll give you
check for some clothes and try to be
ready by Saturday"
The Ficdlngs were NJ 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 nj 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 | investigate, and you bit
me. ! still have the scar"
Dora laughed. 81 have always won
dered why my teeth tried to grow
wrecked in infancy"
VERY likely you are right" agreed
Margaret Fielding, looking at her
brother fondly. Hes as hard as
nails all over. And no wonder--he's
never In the house"
THAT sounds promising" returned
Dora, III you mean he's fond o.
sport
TRY rae on anything you like!'
boosted Cyrus But here we are al
home"
The cottage was low, rambling ant
Luxurious with every comfort. Sur
round Il was most wonderful
garden ooh, II father could only Sc,
H." exclaimed Dora. HE loves fow
ers SOL
81 wish he could" answered Mar
garet The garden Is mine ! TAX,
care OF Il mygclf Now, dearie,
want you TO feel that this is YOU
home DO just whatever you wish
I'll see that you meet some charming
people and Cyrus would love TO hay,
you along on all his jaunts boating
or otherwise, II you don't think hei
too old
You're both darlings," exclalmet
Dora enthusiastically. IT'S my owl
fault II don't have the time OF m!
life" For the time she had forgotten
about her father and her trouble.
The days aud weeks few. The rose
Of health and spirits again hloomc,
on Doras cheeEs-and something else
For she had fallen in love with Cyru
Fielding and he with her, but, dear
you are sure you don't think ! an
too Old, he asked her once anXiously
I'm forty"
oh, hush! ! won't have you sa!
that" she laughed. You're jus
right"
One day Dora came into the librur!
where Margaret was reading On thO
table was a bowl OF roses that caugh
her eye. "Why, those are Lady Thor