The Beaver herald. [volume] (Beaver, O.T. [Okla.]) 1895-1923, 1917-11-29
the AlDERMAN's 0. K.
By JOSEPH 7. KEscEL.

variably chuckled. That's what puts
grub under my belt"
One summer day his clear brown
eyes shifted their gaze from litter Of
papers on the desk before him to IN
open window, through which a gentle
breeze fiuttered.
He threw both hands upward impa-
tiently and reached for the telephone.
Thanks very much, Alice" he con-
cluded q moment later. "I'll be down
shortly to take out the kiddie."
Within halfhour he stepped into
one of New York's railroad stations.
BY the hand he led q sturdy boy Of
seven, whose radiant face beamed In
anticipation Of a glorious outing.
The gateman's curt words immedi-
ately dampened the holiday spirit.
Bars up against youngsters leav-
Ing town without Board Of Health GER
tiicate. It's this infantile paralysis
scare" he added.
CrandalI suddenly stopped short.
His surprised eyes lighted upon tall,
graceful figure standing but a few feet
distant. A little girl, about Billy's age,
affectionately clutched her hand.
Betty" he cried, bounding to her
side.
"Fredw Their hands clasped In q
warm pressure.
'The last person In the world ex-
pected to meet here" he cried heart
lily. "Sit down for moment and tell
me about yourself and the old folks
back at Creston."
Elizabeth Thurston's willing and
vivid recital brought back to his men,
Ory a complete picture, which flashed
through his mind like q moving pan.
Drama.
He saw all over again how she had
blOssomed into womanhood and had
returned his love. His case had been
well pleaded with her father, who re-
fused his consent to their marriage
right up to the day Crandall forsoOk
the little village. Even as IL II were
yesterday did he remember his last
meeting with Betty and her words, Il
must obey father"
Crandall let his gase shift from Ellz-
abeth Thurston's animated cOunte-
nance to the little girl nesting In her
lap.
"Your husband" he ventured, In an
effort to break the suspense. "where
is"
The girl blushed In embarrassment
and gasped: "Husbandf Why, I'm
not married"
"The child, T." He left his SEN
tence unfinished.
1.-The daughter Of my sister Kate,
who lives In New Jersey" Betty
hastily explained, again glancing at
Billy.
"What-oh!" he exclaimed, "allOw
me to present Master Billy Andrews,
my nephew. We figured a glorious day
In the country, but had to change our
plans"
And Ellen and I cannot 60 home
without a certificate" she returned.
81 didn't know 1t was necessary until
we reached the station"
After a moments thoughtful study
his head popped up. 1--WE an alder.
man friend" re broke out, "who should
help me get those certificates"
Crandal's stride was unusually brisk
as he stepped into telephone booth a
few minutes later. He WAS soon In
earnest conversation with someone
whom he familiarly addressed as
"Jack."
"You can arrange III Bully for you"
There was moments silence.
Thanks, Jack" he said delightedly.
Everything arranged, Betty" said
Crandall proudly, when he rejoined her.
mo trouble at all. Mr.. O'Hara will
have the certificates ut his home by
noon.
"Oh!, I'm so glad. You've no idea
how dread that disagreeable red
tape" she smilingly replied.
As they settled into the tonneau Of
the automobile Frederick Crandalls
right hand closed fondly over her small
left one, toying cautiously with the
third finger.
fright on time" doomed voice
from the topmost step, as the automo-
bile came to stop In front Of the
alderman's house.
Elizabeth and Crandall Immediately
signed some papers under the direction
of "a notary, to which Mrs. O'Hara and
her daughter inscribed their names as
witnesses.
Carefully Councilman O'Hara
thumbed the worn pages Of a small
book until his dancing black eyes TO
cussed their gaze upon deeply-under-
stood paragraph. In a mumbling but
rich Irish brogue, which rendered his
words entirely unintelligible, he began
to read.
Stopping abruptly he cleared his
throat and looked sQuarely at the girl.
elizabeth Marion ThurstOn, do you
take this man to be your law"
A nervous "Oh" escaped her, and
she quickly jerked her hand from Gran.
dalls.