Five Mile Beach weekly journal., 1918-11-29

Responsibility for Beatrice's set
tlement is rendering me absolutely dis
traught, Doris. Living in a little place
like this with so few social equals is
enough to drive one wild"
Mrs. Eileen Campbell, wife of the
lime manufacturer at Bardstown, roll
ed her china-blue eyes deprecatively.
"If it weren't that Frank is making
money hand over fist as he calls it,
here, 1 simply could not eneure it,"
Mrs. Carter, wife of the road-build-
ing contractor nodded appreciatively.
''That's what tell Gene. How long
are you going to stay in New York
with the Macons, Eileen?"
~Oh, two weeks, probably. Now that
Bee leaves tomorrow with Alethea Nc
Cue for the house-party, / feel safe
about her. Alethea has been begging
me to let her stay on with them
through the summer. Sammy" she
lowered her voice, Sammy is going to
be there !"
GLOW very opportune!" commented
Mrs. Carter.
Beatrice, an involuntary listener,
with her piquant face, her characterfu1
mouth and blue eyes, both dolorous
and indignant, hastily left the library.
Her father, a serious-looking man with
red hair, met her in the hall. "Oh,
daddy, let me stay home with you
while mother is away" she whispered.
81 want to so!'
'YOur mother would have a fit if you
missed that McCue blowout, sweet
heart. We can't go against her in this,
/ guess. It's late-you'd better run
away to your bed. But wait, Kitten,
here's check l promised Pryor. Ad-
dress it to him, and drop it in the box,
will you?"
After an interminable time, 1t seemed
to Beatrice, she heard her parents go
to their sleeping rooms, but sleep
would not come to her. She arose
finally and drew on her dressing gown.
81 wish 1 could tell daddy!" she
thought as she went to her writing
desk. "I'll write to Louie-he can't
help me, but I've got to tell somebody
now"
"Dr. Louis NJ. Acheson, Pendleton,
Oregon" she wrote at the top of her
page.
Dear, Dear Louie.-I promised you
I'd tell you the minute l found the
prince, but I couldn't, though it's been
four months. 1 was too happy, for
little while, and since-oh, Louie-Pve
got to tell somebody my troubles, or
| I'll bursti
81 guess I've told you in this tiny old
place, there's a '400,' only here it's
So mostly the Macon family scions.
The Macon father was an old scoun-
drel Qm quoting daddy, but he
owned the big resort hotel here and
nearly everything else. Mrs. Atlee
Jeffers and Mrs. Felix Landrith, two
of the daughters, live here. Mrs. Land
rith married an old, old man, some
thing like a Maharajah for wealth Che
must have been a beast, judging by
her unhappy face), and she's got reg
ular castle overlooking the town.
swell, mother considers them, and
her very special Mrs. Doris Carter, and
few others, her social equals. l
wouldn't say 1t to anybody but you,
Louie, but you know it already; moth
er and her friends just live for dane
ing and entertaining, and clothes
nothing else! Daddy told her yester-
day their chief occupation as he sees
| it is the 'ornamentation of the chariots
that carry them through this little arc
in the circle of being!
"But because the Macon scions are
sort of patrons of Arland, the little
- church here, and attend services
once in a blue moon. mother does, too,
and I've been attending the Arland
Sunday school, and other services
right along, without a protest from
her. Early this spring, Mr.. Lowrie,
the old pastor, died and the board
that pays the minister's small salary,
sent Glenn Pryor. He isn't exclusive.
and just 'churchy,' like Mr.. Lowrie.
He wants to help everybody and every
thing, and he makes friends with all
the poor and neglected. He's started
a branch of the Good Citizens league,
and now you can't find rusty tin
can or a homeless cat in the town. He
doesn't trouble himself so much about
the So except that he calls on them
and is pleasant to them.
"Apd he's started Young Folks
circle for Wednesday evenings that
does things like singing to sick folks,
and the Jail folks, and the county in
firmary folks. I knew he was the
''prince" the first time l heard him
speak. OF course, he didn't know
right off was the princess" but be
came to know. Uouie, I'm like daddy
Il love people, just because they're
people,, and he liked my way, I know,
for he-he'd got so his eyes were glad
when they turned to me! And was
happy.
'Then the first of July the season
Onened at the hotel and thev begun