Hopkinsville Kentuckian. [volume] (Hopkinsville, Ky.) 1889-1918, 1918-02-02
HIS DAD
ny AGNES q. sRooIN.

When Elsie's lance enter, the 20 ON
that evening DO, looked ~ in Narue
apprehension. for Jacks usually sun
ny face. was cloudcd by deep fur
rOwed frown.
"what Is II. dcnrT' she asked and
he answered her, pacing about rest
lessly.
"Its Dad" he said. Il told him to-
nigit that we were To be married, and
he put up the usual fuss. Tin tired
on IL. Elsie; surely his selhshness has
barred our happiness too long One
must have consideration for ~ health |
and ovcrwrought nerves, but when
thu, Is coupled with stubborn unreal
sonableness I've got TO take things into
my own hands. lie insisted that 4
choose between you twO-nnd rvel
choscn-that's all. The affair ended
In Dads threat % enter a sanitarium.
to which retreat he says my cruelty
has driven him. He Is decided upon
the point that no daughter.in-law-'
fault-fnding debating daughter-ln-
law | believe were his wOrds-shall
ever enter his home. He Is equally de-
tcrmincd Rot 20 be living In suffer
unce' as hc expressed II, In his sons
home So there lies the parting of
the ways
Jack dropped into a chair Its a
problem, Elsie" he said wcarily. "Hol
hired nurse or attendant has been able
% put up with Dad for more than two
days; and the chronic iuyuIidlsm, Isl
iu my mind. more or less Imagination,
and temper
The girl sat gazing silently az her
folded hands. and the flashing ring of
her betrothaL "Jackic' she said at.
length perhaps that au.turium idea
of your fathers i- good one after
nll-thpy do effect wonderful cures.
There is pleasant hculthorium
| upon the HILL why not agree 90 ~ for
% month or so of trial? We could
postpone our marriage for a month,
dear"
So 10 happened that John Citrate.
| Sr., was installed in large CHEEKY
room In the notwithstanding home at the
top Of the hill. And here, where fret
full orders were of common occurrence.
| frightened attendants did not always
rush To do his bidding. Neither did
| the attendants leave In hun, but
smilingly unmoved, went about their
duties. II was when the pert-faced
nurse with the firm chin had dared
bring his egg-nog ten minutes late
that Curate, Sr., sent for the physician
In charge.
| disgusting negligence" he fumed.
IF you have In the building a nurse
who is not impudence itself, send her
to me-"
DIR. Mary Wilson considered. Miss
Earle is at least punctual," she said
thoughtfully, and presently Miss Earle
reported for duty. Her appearance
was undoubtedly prepossessing, and
her voice promisingly low and sub
miSSive. Her constant bright. good
nature would have infected any one
but this adamant patient, and finally
Il won from even him grudging
| smile.
Pretty happy, aren't your" he asked
one day.
always happy" she answered
promptly. "liaye 90 be, the other sort
NJ thing doesn't pay" She east back
a laughing glance az him. Happiness
like patience, can be acquired" she
said
"l-wonder,' the old man unused.
The nurse tapped her soft hair.
Living example" she replied.
The cgg-nogs were always on time
now, also, they were just right Miss
Earle had "a disquieting and battling
way of slipping quietly out of his room
during IA tyrannlcal Outbust limo
entity returning later low song
upon her lips, sympathetic concern In
her violent eyes. The miracle had
happened. John Citrate, the master
full, had found his superior" and his
admiration was unbOunded Mixed
with the admiration was "a strange and
long-lost affection, years ago he had
known the loss of little daughi,
something Of the old protective g..
.ornosS for the child, evidenced IT.
now, for the faithful young nurse.
"Nuu are alone IA the worldT"
asked
"Alonc, since my own dear fau .
He'd she answered.
a rosy flush crcUt to the ~. Is a. B. /
hair. But now ! am hoping ~ r'
home Of my own. Some one. o.
good and true, TO care for me. ) .r.
one 20 make happy Would you
me To tell you all about ~"
please said the patient. he WIS
feeling uuaccOuntably old agaln, u..
deserted, and, alone. So the girl e.
and sat down by his chair and o..
hrelight In the big CHEEKY room shoue
back upon their faces. When she Ia..
finished John Curate, Sr., reached oIt
a fumbling hand and closed II over
hers.
IF you will forgive selfish old
man." he said, "and n / may call you
daughter, I viii try 10 learn that