The Oakley herald. [volume] (Oakley, Idaho) 1908-1961, 1918-09-20

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 l found out Mrs. Fllbert had died
at midnight. ! couldn't make any ex-
PLANTATION to him without appearing to
censure mother. so l didn't make any.
$50. July, wretched month. has
passed. Mothers swept me into the
hotel social life until haven't had
minute (not even Sunday for my
friends. U ought to have stood up to
mother, but I hate row; l am
coward. Louie, and because l am,
am miserabe.)
Tomorrow I'm to leave for Georgia
and the McCue's party. to make fur
Their 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 breaker of
promises, and shallow, and tickle. and
untrustworthy I'll never be able to
redeem myself in his eyes. believe
could, If l had chance, away from
mother. but l won't get it, and he'll
marry somebody else! Oh, Louiel
"This is wailing letter, but feel
better since I've told you my tribula-
tionsl
"Your cousin and friend in veal and
woe (mostly woe at presently.
Beatrice Caswell."
Two days after, Mr. Caswell received
a telegram from New York:
"Quarantlned. 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 homei I've
come home!"
"But the house partyl Mother want
ed you to stay, Beel"
ooh daddy never wanted to go!
I started home the minute I knew
mother had to stay in New York, and
you're going to let me stay home with
you'll"
Her father laughed. IT won't send
you back, Kitten"
When the Arland church bell rang,
at eight o'clock, Beatrice jumped up.
ITS 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 sprawled 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.
sour next Sundays sermon!' she
bantered. MAY see how it looks on
paper?"
He flushed and thrust the folded
sheets In his pocket, then f1shed out
Of another pocket a strip Of paper
which he held out to her.
I'm afraid your father has bad
opinion of me, but his generous check.
mailed to me more than two weeks
ago, reached me only this noon" -
1.-TWO weeks ago." murmured Beat
rice puzzled. Then the red blood dyed
her cheeks. "Was-was 1t forwarded
from Oregon?" she stammered.
1T was" "a
"I-oh, must have mixed the en-
velopes |" she stammered. '"Then you
that awful letter"
He came and stood by her. IT re-
mailed the letter that was sent me by
mistake" he said.
"But you read It'll" her hands went
over her burning face.
EYES," he confessed. II didn't real
lie what 1T meant until I'd begun 1t,
then--it was beautiful reading! l
wanted to go down to Georgia on the
first train--I wanted to keep the
princess letter-but I didn't dare do
that, either. SO I copied the letter, and
I've been carrying the copy here close
to my heart ever since. Sometimes I've
kissed it -
She raised her dropping head. 'sThen
you-oh, Glenn!"
1t wasn't the letter that lay close
to his heart that he was kissing then.
A month later Mrs. Carter. just re-
turned from a six weeks visit, calling
on Mrs. Felix Landrith, met Beatrice
Caswell and Glenn Pryor just leaving.
"Did you notice that child's facet"
Mrs. Landrith remarked as the pair
passed out of hearing. Love has
made her beautiful"
'Tove" gasped Mrs. Carter You
don't mean to say she's In love with
him? Why, Mrs. McCue's brother-iR-
law was crazy about her when l leftl
Glenn Pryor. with those altruistic no.
tons of his, probably never will have
pennyr' She set her lips. "Why,
it's suicidall I'll write to Eileen to-
day!"
"Doris Carter" the older woman laid
hand on her shoulder, don't you do
anything of the kind. 1t may seem to
you suicidal to marry for love, without
money, but it's worse than suicide to
reverse it. l did that, and 1 know
Don't you write to Eileen Caswell-