The Logan Republican. [volume] (Logan, Utah) 1902-1924, 1917-01-11
REUNITED
BY cRAYsoN STONE.

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This was the situation with Clyde
Richards when his twenty-tirst birth
day arrived He had sold his first
picture as II landscape artist and his
brother artists had found only II little
fault with ii. He had money enough
to struggle along until success came,
but none to make show with. Ac-
uunintunces had cautioned him not to
hamper himself, and friends had told
him outright that ii would not be good
policy to handicap himself with II wife.
Clyde Richards was In love and had
been for year or more, and Marian
Fletcher knew that he was, but no
word had been spoken. He was
regular caller at her fathers house
| and had reason to believe that his
calls were rather looked for, but he
did not indulge in any hopes. Her
| father was broker and reputed to be
well off, and she held her head very
high rs Il daughter of II rich man.
A girl of nineteen is romantic, how
| ever, and had he spoken his love who
could tell what would have happened?
The case stood thus when word or
two from Miss Marian dashed all of
the young artists hopes. tkne evening
when he was II caller and they had
talked u little of his art she said in a
laughing way:
Father is so practical. He was
talking about you the other day. and
/ told him you We're u landscape paint
er. lie answered from his own view
of things. He asked why you did not
paint houses and barns and thereby
make good living"
Ii was very foolish speech and in-
tended more as n joke than To hurt,
and the girl regretted II as soon as
the words had left her lips. II was
too late. however. The young man
did not show his resentment. but he
p, felt it and it brought about restraint
between them. He left the house with
his mind made up not to call again.
Six months later he saw in the pa
pers that the broker had suffered a
complete collapse financially. and was
told by friends that he and his dnugli-
ter had retired to the country. A rela.
tive had given him II little farm, and
all their friends soon forgot them.
Ii was two years later that Mr.
Clyde Richards was motoring along a
country road when he came to coun
try schoOlhOuse. School was dismissed
for the day. On the steps sat u young
woman who was weeping, and beside
her sat an old man whom anybody
would have called Il skintlint after tn,
first glance. In dim way the artist
felt that he had seen the young won
an before, but he could not fully recall
her. He was driving his machine slow
ly and he heard the old man say:
THAT mortgage and interest ha'
got to be paid within ten days or
shall commence proceedings to fore
close! -
Then we shall have to live in tn,
fields" sobbed the girl.
The artist stopped his car almos
in front of them, for he saw it was
case of distress. The old skinilnt ros
up and shook his fist ut him, and thel
said to the girl:
Now, then, remember what hav,
said If the money is not paid, gu
you go"
For u long minute after he ha,
walked away, the girl sat blinded b,
her tears. Then she wiped them AVA,
and looked up. She gave suddcl
start of surprise. She left the steps
and walked out to the car and. afte
taking careful look ut the occupant
! she tried her best to smile as she said
why, it's Mr. Richards Who wouIC
have thought of seeing you here?"
"les, it is Mr.. Richards was tn,
reply. 'Do you live around here?"
About mile and half down tn,
road. Hadn't you heard that | wal
The schoolteucher for this district"
lie extended her his hand to hell
her into the auto, and, after II mo
ment'S hesitation, she was beside him
They mad gone half mile before h,
said:
Now, then, tell me all about it,"
He was almost the last man in tn,
! world she wanted to tell her trouble.
To, but he spoke SO kindly and seemed
SO strong that she began to talk, and
after time, he knew all. Her father
had almost collapsed mentally ant
physically. He was able to do little OF
40 work They We're, in fact, pension
Prs on the bounty of relatives. She
had been schoOlteacher for two Ol
Three years, but the salary was so low
that 1t did not help much. The Ole
man with whom she had been talking
was money-leDder and had induced
her father to mortgage Il little farm
without saying anything to her about
It. She was not complaining nor la
menting. She had done the best SHE
rould, and she would bear her troubles
The best she could.
lie on his part told her of his sue
cess, but not In Boosting way, anC
the past between them was not re
! ferred to. When they arrived ut the
little farm, he helDel her ont of th,