The Morgan City daily review. (Morgan City, La.) 1916-1920, 1917-03-14

Let us hope for the best" consolet
Betty, with provoking equanimity
1--WE never yet gone begging"
"You will soon If you don't watct
out" was her sisters vicious retOrt
Determined to jab her little darts deer
enough to reach any sensitive nerve
that might underlie Betty's invincible
armor, she volunteered a little fiction
she thought calculated to produce that
desirable effect.
ALREADY people are saying that Mr.
Owen has been won away from you
by Hester Alloson's blond beauty and
big fortune"
"Who are .peopleY" inquired Betty
TRANQUILITY, but the involuntary catch
In her voice and the sudden fash of
her eyes were not lost on her tor
mentor. "You are giving yourself a
lot of needless worry which the facts
in the case do not justify. Since you
insist upon taking him seriously" she
went on with a peace-at-any-price in
Election in her tone, II will tell you
some things about him that you EVIL
IDENTIFY do not know. Mr.. Owen is
simply very correct gentleman who
is eaten up with egotism, and who
has favored me with mild and uncer-
tain admiration which in its initial
stages he mistook for love. He is be-
ginning to realize his little error now
that his tentative affections are again
occupied with an old sweetheart re-
Gently become widow.
"Shall / enter the lists with this
paragon? Shall I run after him?
think see myself! On the contrary, I
have just sent back his ring, with
polite note regretting that I won't be
able to see him again before leaving
for my long visit to Mabel Dacre. So,
as they say in diplomatic affairs, 1
hope you will recognize that the Owen
Incident is closed, and won't worry
yourself any more about it. I'm sure
I shan't." ~
This unwontedly long and sober
speech from Betty was a genuine sur
prise to her sister, to whom a Jealous
or neglected Betty was a novel and in
credible idea requiring effort to assimi-
late.
Perhaps you would better manage
It in your own way, my DEAR" she,
said meekly, and withdrew to adjust
her mind to this novel situation.
But Fate-and Owen-refused to
the incident closed. That !.
very evening when the last visitor
had departed from Betty's parlor there
came q quick, imperious ring at the
door bell. Thinking that her visitor
had forgotten his cane, umbrella or
other Of his belongings, Betty opened
the door to admit him. He was a
appealing Owen, whose heart
was in his eyes, and who held out
both hands eagerly in a way very diff
ferent from the correct nonchalance
Df his ordinary manner.
i've been hanging round here for
IN hour waiting for that fellow to
eave," he burst out impetuously. "Oh,
Betty, l didn't know I could care so
much for any woman living. What
tNCI VIC OOuC " VncuV yOUs 0nO l
swear I don't know what it can be,
won't you forgive me? Tell me what's
wrong, won't your"
Betty gazed at him with won
1ering eyes, and her lips began to
tremble.
II thought you were still in love with
hat hateful June, and wanted to be
'ree," she confessed humbly.
"What rot" he declared rudely. II
AN never be grateful enough to her
'or preferring Hart, poor fellow.
Won't you take me back, Betty? It's
ny only chance to be happy"
And Betty, with queer tremulous
mile that almost turned to tears, an
'wered in q way that doubtless was
perfectly satisfactory to Mrs. More
and.
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