Fulton County tribune. (Wauseon, Ohio) 1883-1925, 1918-11-22

up to tell you We'll have that turkey
tonight at six you know. I'll be around
in plenty of time. Look your sweet
est !'
ooh, thank you, Mr.. Brown. Yes, I'll
be ready little before six"
At either end the receiver was hung
up and each went off discontented.
ST wonder If I'm. wasting time and
money on her." meditated Mr.. Brown.
'It's all right to favor that country
idea she has of holiday but like a
little appreciation in return. :.
But guess I've got her where l went
her. Only I'd better not lose
out by rushing things, She's bit diff
ferent from the usual run of EN-"
Lydia returned to her room, passing
by the inquisitive eyes of Mrs. Palmer
without answer.
Later she breakfasted, or rather
lunched, with the Palmer family. She
played the piano little, and then. be-
fore returning to her room, decided
she would satisfy Mrs. Palmers Curl
osity.
I'm going to dinner with Mr.. Brown
of the firm," she said. Hes a father
of children-not young and worthless. .
She laughed a little.
That's good" said Mrs. Palmer.
''But what's he doing taking you out
today? Where's his kids?
"Away to see a sick grandmother, !"
said Lydia, and as she said it she felt
that Mrs. Palmer nodded her head q
little too understandingly. Lydia
flushed slightly.
"Now, listen, dearie," said Mrs. Pal
mer, ''to a word of motherly advice.
Get oil that's comm to you. They
think more of you when you make 'em
spend-and If he's old enough to be a
| father-and take you out-he's likely
got enough of the wherewithal. Say
you like white furs. Tell him in a real
baby tone you did wish you could have
silver mesh bag. While promised
your mother I'd look after you. the
city's ways aren't the country's ways
leastwise, not so I'd know it. And
want to see you get on" She was
thinking secretly of new rug she
might like herself. "Just work the ole
boy for all he's worth, but take my ad
vice, and never fall in love. They're
done with you then, and you lose inter
est in Others"
Lydia had sat partly listening ant
partly dreaming of the Thanksgiving
at home-the long table, her father.
Jokes, the children's ceaseless chatter
her mother hot and tired but beaming
She arose. "Tll be careful" she sale
as she bit her lip. 81 won't fall il
love. Don't worry, Mrs. Palmer, In
not so young as you might think"
She went to her room and closed he
door with a bang. Then softly opened
it. An hour went by and then another
Still another passed and Lydia wa
growing impatient. Her hat and glove
and coat were ready. She sat there
nervous and shaking. At last sh
heard Mrs. Palmer's shrill voice:
Lydia, Lydia"
Lydia closed the door softly an
then opened it noisily. "Yes," sh
called back.
"I'm just going over to see the pic
lures for an hour. I'll. be back in tim
to fuss you up a bit for tonight Don
worry. III only. be gone an hour"
"All right, thank you, Mrs. Palmer,
she called.
. She waited five minutes. then te
and at lust put on her things. Quiet
she stol.; down the stairs. She opene
the door, looked up and down tn
: street ard then hurriedly walked alons
: 81 guess" she said slowly tc hersel
; "T'I 60 DOWNTOWN" And she went u
| the stairs to the elevated.
81 suppose I'll have to eat" sh
thought Erimly.
Usually Rast's table dhote wa
crowded There people were alway