Monroe City Democrat. (Monroe City, Mo.) 1888-1919, 1918-10-18

on her death-bed for month";, and I'd
promised her I'd sing an old, old bal
lad she loved. None of the other girls
knew II. But mother wouldn't listen
TO me, and made me go to that hateful
dance. We didn't leave until one
o'clock, and just as we came out of the
gate where they've got n big electric
light that lights up everything q was
walking in front with that hOrrid, rich
Sammy McCur Mrs. Mctue'S brother
in-law), we met Mr.. Pryor.
"Ilis eyes looked positively reproach-
full when they met mine. He lifted his
hat, sober and unSmiling, and passed.
and | felt my heart break under the
weight of his misunderstanding.
heard 1t break, Louie. And next morn
ing found out Mrs. Hilbert had died
ut midnight. l couldn't make any ex-
PLANTATION to him without appearing to
cenSure mother, so / didn't make any.
$50, July, wrctched 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 to
mother, but l hate a row; I am
coward, Louie. and because 1 am,
l am miserahle.l
Tomorrow Tn to leave for Georgia
and the McCue's party, to make fur
thcr 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 q breaker of
promises, and shallow, and tickle, and
untrustworthy I'll never be able to
redeem myself in his eyes. 1 believe 1
could, if l had chance, away from
mother, but / won't get it, and he'll
marry somebody else! Oh, LouieI
"This is wailing letter, but / feel
better since I've told you my tribula-
lions!
"YOur cousin and friend in veal and
woe (mostly woe ut presently.
Beatrice Caswell."
Two days after, Mr.. Caswell received
telegram from New York:
"Quarantined. 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. -,.-
"Oh. daddy-rve come home! I've
come hOme!"
'But the. houso-pArty! Mother want
ed you to stay, Bee"
"Oh daddy never wanted to go!
started home the minute I knew
mother had to stay in New York, and
you're going to let me stay home with
you"
Her father laughed. 81 won't send
you back. Kitten
When the Arland church bell rang,
at eight o'clock, Beatrice jumped up.
OTIS the circle night, daddy; let's
gOw
Two weeks later, Beatrice went
alone for her favorite walk up Gray's
mountain. AT the summit she came
upon the young minister sprawIed on
a 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.
"Our next Sundays scrmon!" she
bantered. "May l see how it looks on
paperY"
He flushed and thrust the folded
sheets in his pocket, then tiShed out
of another pocket a strip of paper
which he held out to her.
"I'm afraid your father has n bad
opinion of me, but his generous check,
mailed to me more than two weeks
ago, reached me only this noon"
"TwO weeks ago" murmurcd Beat
rice, puzzled. Then the red blood dyed
her cheeks. "Was-was it forwarded
from OregOn?" she stammered.
at was"
"I-Oh, I must have mixed the en-
velOpes !" she Stammered. "Then you
that awful letter."
He came and stood by her. 'I re-
mailed the letter that was sent me by
mistake" he said.
"But you read it ~ her hands went
over her burning face.
eyes" he confessed. st didn't real
lie what it meant until I'd begun it,
then-it was beautiful readingl I
wanted to go down to Georgia on the
first train-I wanted to keep the
princess letter-but 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 itw
She raised her dropping head. "Then
you-oh, Glenn!"