Hopkinsville Kentuckian. [volume] (Hopkinsville, Ky.) 1889-1918, 1917-03-29

a rev days after this Brenda had TO
90 out TO Farboroueh to attend to some
business regarding the country place
which had passed into other hands. On
her return her mother began to tell her
of the evening dress she had been plan
ming for her which really could be
managed under a hundred, and other
interesting details of needed wardrobe,
when Brenda broke In with: mother
you know that little house of ours up
by Taylors?"
yves. it's n wonder the creditors
didn't grab that" exclaimed the elder
woman bitterly. "But | suppose It
wasn't worth the trouble. wonder IL
we could rent 1t for few dollars a
month"
"No, but think we could live in It."
Live In It'll" shrIeked Mrs. Ward in
genuine horror. "That little old
shack. That laborer's shantyl Are
you crazyT
snow listen, dearie," coaxed Brenda.
''Tve been looking 1t over, and less
than a hundred dollars will make 1t
real coy. I've been to workmen and
got the figures" .V
"What about that horrid sand pile
we'd have to look at all dayT
swell, I'd rather look at sand pile
than the faces Of relatives who are
giving me my board and keep. Besides
we own the sand, and may do some
thing with It."
"Whlle we are residing In that pala-
tinl abode, how do you propose to pro-
vide board and keep'?" asked Mrs.
Ward with singing sarcasm.
"Oh, I'm going ID open a little shop
and sell papers, magazines, candies
and all sorts of things to the school
children. It's so near the schooihouse,
you know"
When Mrs. Ward sufficiently recov-
cred from state of speeches. stupe-
faction to be heard, she said: you
don't mean you'd have a shop in the
housed"
"Of course" responded Brenda cheer
fully. 1--WE would live back of it, and
over It,"
1t was no easy matter to reconcile
the elder lady to the plan, but when
Brenda was determined to try it alone,
her mother consented, and in less than
six weeks, the Wards were in their new
home, and the shop opened. Brenda
had discovered herself. She was ex-
ecutlve and efficient. The little house
az FRO hn
though on a small scale, began to pros
per. But there were days when Brenda
wondered why Blake Farrar never had
found his way to the little house oppo-
site the sand pile. Perhaps he was
like the others, thinking of those in
his own "set," or money and position.
If he were like that, she told herself,
she was glad she knew, though the
knowledge was bitter In the gaining.
One day from her shop window, be-
hind the lollypops aud papers, she no.
ticed two men standing over by the
sand pile looking at 1t, and occasionally
glancing toward the house. Finally
one entered the shop and made known
his errand. He wanted to know If she
owned the sand pile and If so could he
buy the sand. Brenda's short business
experience had sharpened her wits, and
before committing herself she en-
deavored to find out what II was want
ed for. Building material, the man
said, and wanted to know her price.
Brenda said she would have to think
1t over, whereupon he said he would
send the boss to negotiate.
The next day car drove up and a
young man stepped briskIy into the
shop. Brenda Ward!- he exclaimed.
"Why no one seemed to know where
you were!"
ut wouldn't have been so very hard
to find out" she said quietly.
But I've been up In the northwest
till about a month ago and terribly
busy ever since organizing this COM
pany. We're going to put up a plant
near by-that Is II we can buy that
sand"
Brenda thought he could, though the
price he offered seemed out of all pro-
portion to the value, but he insisted 1t
was only reasonable. It seemed to re-
quire good many visits to conclude
the business, and then the visits went
on. One day Farrar asked her to go
with him in the car to look at a piece
of ground he intended buying.
"Oh, II is beautiful !" she exclaimed.
IL want to build a home there" he
said. "but never unless Ii Is for YOU"