Courier Democrat. (Langdon, N.D.) 1891-1920, 1918-08-15

ter prepared TO meet the incoming
train one must be lenient in ones ex-
pectations of a vaudeville singers
daughter. He fervently hoped that his
sisters influence had predominated-
His was a critical flock; the inmates
of their pastors home were expected
to be above repro, oh. And even wheR
MORA came toward him With her
pretty smile, he was not convinced
There was in f:"t something dashingly
out of the ordinary in her entire cos
tune, in the unusual arrangement OF
her coal-black hair.
Safely ensconced before the study
fire, the girl threw off her cloak Rob-
ert stared in speeches. dismay at the
bright rose-colored frock.
"What is it?'' asked Mora, troubled
1--WE dress more quietly here" he
stammered.
She laughed, then answered, sudden
ly serious.
II will please you; there is a gray
dress in my trunk"
Thereafter she vas studiously
CARRIED in gray. Gray upon Mora
seemed to acquire a festive air.
She had laughed aside his first sug-
gestion of calling him uncle"
"You are so much younger than I ex-
pected,' she said, II think I shall CALI
you Robert" .
Once, coming unexpectedly through
a rear entrance, the sound Of singing
fell upon his ears. Mrs. Mofit held up
a warning finger.
1.-THE voice of that girl would
the birds from the trees" she said,
but she is shy about your hearing"
AS the last lifting note died away,
Robert Carvel went in and stood look
ing down upon the gray-clad figure at
the piano. His face grew white as the
girl raised her own, wonderingly, then
in a sudden overwhelming wave Of ten
derness, he BEN and kissed her.
With a distressed cry, MORA jumped
to her feet.
"You should not have done that
she murmured.
But why not?" huskily questioned
the minister. "You are-my sisters
child"
Then MORA covered her face with
her hands.
II am not" she declared. 1T has all
been an acted lie. I so longed for a
home, q real home and good friends. I
expected to find you older, more like
daddy, to make you happy, as I"had
made him. I loved your sister Eliza
beth; she raised me. From a child /
called her mother I was three years
old when she first saw me. Ny father
was a widower." Mora smiled through
her tears. "She used to tell me that
she had fallen In love with me, as we'll
as with my father. Oh! we were
happy! Now, I will go away. I have
been an imposter. Between you and
me, there is not the slightest tie. Z
can sing" she added hurriedly, "anG
take care Of myself. There is an offer
waiting for me in Chicago. Bryan Nc
Clure's daughter will find welcome,
they say" Impulsively MORA put out
her hands.
"Good-by. Will you forgive met"
Robert Carvel took the trembling
hands in a firm clasp, steadily bis
shining eyes met hers. !
"Now," he said slowly, II under
stand! Understand why I have stood
outside in the darkness listening to|
hear you sing, why 1 have hurried
through my daily duties in a very fever
Of joy at the knowledge that you would
be here to greet me. 1t vas love-,
MORA, love; and since that kiss a NO
ment ago, can you say again there Isl
no tie between us?" And after a IeuE
time the girl raised her radiant face
from her lovers shoulder. !
MAY a parsons wife not wear rose
color?" asked MORA.
my wife shall suit her W dear
SELF" Robert Carved replied.
His Summer Job.
"Going away this summer?"
"No, Stree. I'm going to stay right