The St. Charles herald. [volume] (Hahnville, La.) 1873-1993, 1918-09-14

weight of his misunderstanding. l
heard it break, Louie. And next morn
ing | found out Mrs. Hilbert had died
at midnight. / couldn't make any ex-
PLANTATION to him without appearing to
censure mother, so l didn't make any.
$50, July, wretched month, has
passed. Mothers swept me into the
hotel social life until | haven't had
minute (not even Sunday for my
friends. q ought to have stood up 10
mother, but | hate row; l am
coward. Louie, and because l am,
l am miserable.)
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 10
me, as he is to everybody else, when
we chance to meet now. He hears or
my going to all those hateful dances
and giving all my time to social friv-
olities, and he thinks I'm breaker or
promises, and shallow, and tickle. ana
Enthusiastically I'll never be able to
redeem myself in his eyes. l believe L
could, if I had a chance, away from
mother, but l won't get it, and he'll
marry somebody else! oh, Louie!
'eThis is a wailing letter, but l feel
better since I've told you my tribula-
tons!
sYour cousin and friend in veal and
woe (mostly woe at presently.
Beatrice Caswell."
Two days after, Mr.. Caswell received
a telegram from New York:
"Ouarantined. Can't leave under six
weeks. Beatrice to stay on with the
McCues. Eileen"
On Wednesday evening tan pongee
travelling dress pounced down upon
him.
ooh, daddy-rve come home! I've
come homer
"But the house-party! Mother want
ed you to stay, Bee!"
ooh daddy never wanted to go!
I started home the minute | knew
mother had to stay in New York, and
you're going to let me stay home with
you!"
Her father laughed. II won't send
you back, Kitten"
When the Arland church bell rang,
at eight o'clock, Beatrice jumped up.
'It's the circle night, daddy; let's
gO!"
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
messy spot, some typewriter sheets
spread out before him. He started
guiltily at sight of her, and with I'M
necessary haste, folded the papers.
"Onr next Sundays sermon" she
bantered. "May l see how it looks on
paper?'
He flushed and thrust the folded
sheets in his pocket, then fished out
of another pocket a strip of paper
which he held out to her.
"Pm afraid your father has bad
opinion of me, but his generous check,
mailed to me more than two weeks
ago. reached me only this noon.'
"Two weeks ago" murmured Beat
rice. puzzled. Then the red blood dyed
her cheeks. "Was-was it forwarded
from Oregon?" she stammered.
sIt was"
ooh, I must have mixed the en-
velopes!" she stammered. "rhen you
that awful letter."
He came and stood by her. 81 re-
mailed the letter that was sent me by
mistake" he said.
''But you read it! !" her hands went
over her burning face.
"Yes," he confessed. 81 didn't real
ize what it meant until I'd begun it,
then-it was beautiful reading! I
wanted to go down to Georgia on the
first train-I wanted to keep the
princess letter-but I didn't dare do
that, either. So copied the letter, and
I've been carrying the copy here close
to my heart ever since. Sometimes I've
kissed it,"
She raised her dropping head. "Then
you-oh, Glenn!'
It wasn't the letter that lay close
to his 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.
s'Did you notice that child's face?"
Mrs. Landrith remarked, as 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
him? Why, Mrs McCue's brother-in-
law was crazy about her when I left
Glenn Pryor, with those altruistic mo-
lions of his, probably never will have
a penny" She set her lips. "Why,
its suicidal! TIL write to Eileen to-
dayw
"Doris Carter" the older woman laid
a hand on her shoulder, 'don't you do
anything Of the kind. III may seem to
you suicidal to marry for love, without
but it's worse than suicide to
reverse 1t. I did that, and know.
Don't you write to Eileen Caswell.
But even IL you were to, it's too late
for her to make the child unhappy.
His Scotch uncfe wants him to come
over to France right away, to help him