Mineral Point tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1869-1938, 1918-11-28

HIIeT MTs. wilson prOlOuHceu nef
toilet completed. Betty still primped
before the mirror. She must look her
very best, she thought, and later stolid
ri Pasoans found second turn of
the head well worth while as the fair
skinned northemer motored by.
AT the fort Betty wondered why
the soldier on guard assumed such an
aggressive position as she smiled her
prettlest and asked to be directed to
the proper location. at seemed" she
afterward told her mother. "as If he
was afraid | wanted to snatch his
rifle from him. Bobby's tent neceSsi.
tated a long climb on foot through
sandy, uphill stretch, and 1t was a
rather GREATNESS Betty who stopped
before the tent to which she had been
directed. As she saw no one, she mo-
toned to her mother, laboriously max
ing the 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 laborer cleaning
a saddle, and behind him a soldier with
a rifle. She decided that she would
make inquiry of him ana advanced.
Can you tell me- That man in
blue oyeralls That man scrubbing
saddle! Betty reeIed 1t was Bobby |!
With an armed soldier behind him !!
He was prisoner. And he had told
her he had won a sergeants 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
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-
tion 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 bellboy had already carried
their valiSes into the taxi and Mrs.
Wilson was making final inspection
of their room 10 see that nothing had
been left behind Betty stood discon-
solately at the window, gazing at the
street below.
"All right, Betty" called her mother,
"let's go"
Eyes, let's go" repeated Betty in an
unwilling tone. She did not want to
leave III Paso. but it was the only al
tentative.
As the elevator stopped at the main
floor and discharged its burden Betty
stood aghast.
There was Bobbyl
Her Bobby. But looking surprisingly
military in perfectly fitting uniform.
And on his arm We're the prescribed
three stripes of a sergeancy! He
turned and saw her. .
Betty" he cried out joyfully as he
rade a rush for the girl shrinking be-
hind huge palm. The hotel guests
turned to stare at the unusual commo-
tion. Betty, my Betty" he called as
he caught up to her, come to me-"
And as she held off. "What is the mat
ter?"
Betty was choking She could hard
ly speak. But you're a prisoner
"A prisonerY Bobby repeated ques-
tioningly. I'm no prisoner" His EN-
phatic denial did not convince her.
ooh, but | saw you this morning at
camp. You were in overalls, scrub.
bling saddle. and there was a sol
der with a rifle behind you"
Bobby laughed loud and long. His
voice re-echocd throughout the lobby.
"Oh, YOU dear, dear Betty. Don't you
know soldiers wear blue denims so as
not TO soil their uniforms? And the
soldier behind me-that's my bunkiel"
As hotel guests and employees re-
turned to newspaper and duties they
pretended not to see the happy kiss OF
reconciliation.
Mrs. Wilson leaned weakly against
a chair. Imagine" she said, sum.
mering in Texas :"