Iron County register. [volume] (Ironton, Iron County, Mo.) 1867-1965, 1918-10-31

infer Mrs. Wilson Pronounced Der
toilet completed. Betty still prinped
before the mirror. She must look her
very best, she thought, and later sto.id
FL Pasoans found a second turn of
the heal well worth while as the fair
skinned northerner motOred by.
At the fort Betty wondered why
the soldier on guard assumed such an
aggressive position as she smiled he.
pretticst anu asked to be directed to
the proper location. ut seemed" she
afterward told her mother. 'as II he
was afraid l wanted tn snatch his
rifle from him. Rohby's tent necessi-
tated q long climb On foot through q
sandy, uphill stretch, and 1t was a
rather breathless Betty vho stopped
before the tent 70 which she had been
directed. As she saw M one, she mo-
toned to her mother. lahoriously MAX
ing che ascent, TO wait below.
Betty walked a few PAGES of. She
could see no one IN or about the tent.
A bit off she saw q laborer cleaning
a saddle, and behind him a soldier with
q rife. She decided that she would
make inquiry Of him and advanced.
"Can you tell me" That man in
blue oyeralls! That man scrubbing a
saddle. Betty reeled. 1t VAS Bobby!
With an armed soldier behind him!
He was Il prisoner. And he had told
her he had won Il ~sergeant's chevrons.
Betty flew down the hill as she
heard the soldier says: HAS the skirt
gone nuts:' And Mrs. Wilson became
fully convinced she had been very I'M
wise to accede to her daughters plans,
as her arm was grabbed and she was
violently pulled down the hill by a
very agitated Betty.
"Stop, stop, Betty, my slippers are
full of sand!" But her appeal brought
no response, nor could she on the ride
back to the hotel elicit any explana-
ton for the sudden demand that they
return Immediately home. But Mrs.
Wilson was too eager TO leave the hot
climate to question very infinitely her
daughters change of plans.
The bclltoy had already carried
their vaiises into the taxi and Mrs.
Wilson was making a final inspection
of their room to see that nothing had
been left behind. Betty stood discon'
solately at the window, gazing at the
street below.
"AH right, Betty" called her mother;
"ct's go"
Yves, let's 60" repeated Betty in az
unwilling tone. She did not want t
, leave FL paso, bur il was the only al
/, tentative.
; As the elevator stopped at the mair
floor and discharged its burden B2tt,
/ stood aghast.
s There was Bobby!
Her Bobby. But looking aulTrisiael.
military in a perfectly fitting uniform
And on his arm We're the preScriho'
4 three stripes Of q ~serge0ncy! Il
$ turned and saw her.
9 "Netty," he cried ont ioyfully as h
made a rush for the girl shrinking be
hind a huge palm. The hotel guest
turned to stare at the unusual CONNIE
d ton. "Bett.', my Betty" lie called q
he caught ny to her, come to HE
And as she hell Off, "What is the ma
teri"
Vt Betty was choking. She could hare
t ly speak. "But you're a prisoner!"
t "a prisonerT" Bobby repeated que,
f. tioningly. "im no prisoner" His en-
d phatic denial did not con"incc her.
"Oh, hut l saw you this morning {
d camp. You were in oyerai's, scrr'
d bling n saddle, and there was q 60
T der with a rife behind YOU"
i. Bobby laughed loud and long. II
ii voice re-cchocd throughout the lohr
Id ooh, you dear, dear Betty. Don't "
u know soldiers wear blue denims so
not to soil their uniforms? And Il
soldier behind mc--that's my bunliio
ID As hotel guests and employees \
IS turned to newspaper and duties tn
re- pretended rot to see the happy kiss
reconciliation.
nv Mrs. Wilson leaned weakly again
ty a chair. "~lmasine," she said, "sul
n, mering In Texas"