The Kenna record. (Kenna, Roosevelt County, N.M.) 190?-1924, 1917-02-23
TOMMY GIVES IN
BY LOUISE OLIVER.

der. don't want TO get married.
Mrs. Bottoms lorgnette went up.
orhomasf'
"Oh, welti' Tommy hung his held
Under her austere gaze. why does
every one have to pick ON fellow
when he is having good timer
Because your father and know
what is best for you. Marry Gene
We've Sawyer and you will be happy.
Marry some silly chit without money,
bruins or breeding and you1l be sorry
the rest of your life
Give me time, mother. But 1t
seems to me that you and dad are do
ing the very thing they're trying to
break up in China. I'll bet the girls
tickeled to death about 1t same as me-"
sOurly.
"Shes got sense and she'll do what
she's told :"
81 hate highbrowsl"
"She isn't a-a-the vulgar thing
YOU call her just because she took
highest hOnors at college"
Il guess I'll go fishing" Tommy
lit cigarette and stepped off the
porch.
Once out of sight, Tommy dug down
for leather pocketboOk and from
the neatly arranged bills and papers
he fished a bit OF rag. He held Ii
tenderly in the palm of his hand for
Il minute, smiling reminiscently. 1t
was thin white stuff embroidered in
pink and blue daisies, with II delicate
tracery of green leaf. The edges were
frnyed and torn. He wondered where
the girl was and who she was-the
owner of the dress. He had found her
In boat in little deserted cove at
sunset, her engine gone dead.
Tommy had chugged around the cor
ner and stopped.
"HellOP he called.
"Hellow she answered.
"What's wrongY
II don't know!"
"Want llft?"
"Thank you. II you'll put me Off
at the hotel, can get my boat in
the morning" She stood up and
there was a sound Of ripping and tear
Ing as one of the dOunces caught and
held.
"Oh, what rotten shame !" he SYM
pathized, reaching over and trying to
help her extricate herself.
II can't help 1t and it's too late to
go home for another" she said. I'm
dining with the Merricks and Alice
49,, no -, soma NAV
Then he lost her!- Next day he
went to the hotel only to find that the
Merrlcks had departed. He called him
self fool and everything else in the
calendar for not finding out her name
before.
He continued his search disconsO-
lately for days, each hour thinking of
some new charm and almost wearing
out his ragged souvenir with looking
mt 1t. "She was just the girl for me-"
he sighed. Little, pretty, curly hair
peachy lips, teasing eyes, jolly, dandy
teeth, and I'll bet she didn't know a
Latin grammar from cook book"
Days passed, weeks passed, months
passed. The Boltons had closed their
cottage and returned to New York
Tommy had given up lOafing and WAS
working hard In his fathers bank.
The first of November came. Tommy
was getting restless again.
"May l have next week Off, Dad? /
think, If you don't mind, I'll go up to
Danny's In Maine and shoot bit"
"Sure boy, go II you wish"
So Tommy, with bag and gun case,
raped one evening at Danny's cot
tage and old Martha let him In.
"Bless me, it's the hoy, DAM"
After supper, the men settled down
to talk and Martha sat sewing by the
fire. Strip after strip she sewed end
to end, rolling them into a ball for
the weaver. Its for rag rugs for
the new lodge up yOnder" she ex'
planned. "The mtssus sent me bushels
of things to cut up. Here's one I'm
ished! She proudly held up rug.
all the colOrs of the rainbow.
Pretty, very" agreed Tommy. zone
wouldn't think rags could be made
into that" His eye wandered over
the heap on the floor. Suddenly he
saw somethIng-a piece of white thin
stun, embroidered In pink and blue
daisies.
'Where did you get this, Marthal"
springing to his feet and holding the
strip toward her.
"Why, that came with the rest Of the
things Mrs. Sawyer sent. One OF
Miss Genevieye's dresses I suppose |"
"Genevieve Sawyerw Tommy was
sure he had lost his senses. "Are the