Crittenden record-press. [volume] (Marion, Ky.) 1909-191?, 1918-08-15

nut, boUer anu unsIniilng, ana pnsSeu,
and felt my heart break under the
weight Of his Misunderstanding. I
heard It break. Louie. And next morn.
Ing found out Mrs. Filbert had died
at midnight. ! couldn't make any ex.
PLANTATION to him without appearing to
censure mother, so didn't make any.
$50. July, q wretched month, has
passed. Mothers swept me into the
hotel social life until ! haven't had
minute (not even Sunday for my
friends. Il ought to have stood up to
mother, but ! hate a row; I am q
coward, Louie, and because I am.
I am mlserable.)
Tomorrow I'm to leave for Georgia
and the McCue's party, to make fur
Their conquest Of that Sammy toad.
The prince Is just gently courteous to
me, as he Is to everybody else, when
we chance to meet now. He hears Of
my going to all those hateful dances
and giving all my time to social friv.
Olities, and he thinks I'm a breaker Of
promises, and shallow, and tickle, and
untrustworthy I'll never be able to
redeem myself in his eyes. believe I
could II had chance, away from
mother, but I won't get 1t, and he'll
marry somebody else! Oh. Louie!
''This is a wailing letter, but / feel
better since I've told you-my tribula-
tons!
"Your cousin and friend in veal and
woe (mostly woe at presently.
Beatrice Caswell."
Two days after, Mr.. Caswell received
a telegram from New York:
"Quarantined. Can't leave under six
weeks. Beatrice to stay on with the
McCues. Eileen"
On Wednesday evening q tan pongee
travelling dress pounced down upon
him.
"Oh. daddy-rve come homei I've
come home!"
"But the house-party! Mother want
ed you to stay, Beef"
"0h daddy never wanted to goi
I started home the minute I knew
mother had to stay In New York. and
you're going to let me stay home with
your
Her father laughed. II won't sens
you back. Kitten"
When the Arland church bell rang,
at eight o'clock, Beatrice Jumped up.
"It's the circle night, daddy; let's
60"
Two weeks later, Beatrice went
alone for her favorite walk up Gray's
mountain. At the summit she came
upon the young miSister sprawled on
a messy spot, some typewriter sheets
spread out before him. He started
guilty. at sight Of her, and with un-
necessary haste, folded the papers.
"Onr next Sundays sermonw she
bantered. "May I see how It looks on
paperr
He flushed and thrust the folded
sheets in his pocket, then fished out
Of smother pocket q strip Of paper
which he held out to her.
I'm afraid your father has a bad
opinion Of me. but his generous check.
mailed to me more than two weeks
ago reached me only this noon"
1.-TWO weeks ago." murmured Beat
rice, puzzled. Then the red blood dyed
her cheeks. "Was-was II forwarded
from Oregon1" she stammered.
ut was"
"I-oh. I must have mixed the en-
velopes !" she stammered. ~Then you
that awful letter."
He came and stood by her. VI re
mailed the letter that was sent me by
mistake" he said.
1 "But you read III" her hands went
over her burning face.
eyes" he confessed. " didn't real.
lie what II meant until I'd begun II,
then-it was beautiful reading!
wanted to 60 down to Georgia on the
first train-I wanted to keep the
princess letter-but I didn't dare do
that, either. SO I copied the letter, and
I've been carrying the copy here close
to my heart ever since. Sometimes I've
kissed Ill"
She raised her dropping head. "Then
you-oh. Glennw
II wasn't the letter that lay close
to bis heart that he was kissing then.
A month later Mrs. Carter, Just re-
turned from six weeks visit, calling
on Mrs. Felix Landrith. met Beatrice
Caswell and Glenn Pryor Just leaving.
"Did you notice that chlld's facer'
Mr.. Landrith remarked, Us the pair
passed out OF hearing. Love has
made her beautiful"
"Love" gasped. Mrs. Carter. "You
don't mean TO say she's In love with
himf Why, Mrs. McCue's brother-in-
law was crazy about her when left
Glenn Pryor. with those altruistic no
lions Of his, probably never viii have
penny!" She set her lips. "why,
ITS suicidal! I'll write to Eileen to-
dayw
"Doris Carter" the older woman laid
a hand on her shoulder, don't you dc
anything Of tho kind. may seem to
you suicidal 70 marry for love. withou,
money, but It's worse than suicide "a
reverse II. I did that, and I know
Don't you write to Eileen Caswell
nut even II you were to, It's too late
for her to make the child unhappy
His Scotch uncN wants him to come
I over 10 Franco right awav. "a holm hin