Warren sheaf. [volume] (Warren, Marshall County, Minn.) 1880-current, 1918-02-06

la1rly crying 10 De perpetrated. -"
"Will you do something for me, Mr..
Hedges?" she asked. Connie was only
sixteen. but something that is born in
woman told her to lower her eyes shy
ly, and then look up at him quickly be-
meath her lashes. And she saw in q
flash the ruse worked.
Then she told him softly, very pref
tily.
"But won't she dislike me, If DOR
he asked.
mo, she WON'T" said Connie. "sWe're-
family of good laughers. We enjoy
Joke nearly as much when it's on US.
as when we are on top"
SO 1T was arranged, and shortly aft
er luncheon the young man in the i'm
maculate spring suit took his depar
ture. Then Connie summoned her aunt
by phone, and told her she must hasten
home to help "get ready for the mil
lionaire's son." It was after two when
the twins arrived, and Connie and their
aunt hurried them so violently that
they hadn't time to ask how Connie
got her information.
He had arrived! A millionaire's sonl
Instantly their enthusiasm returned to
them. The cushions on the couch were
carefully arranged for the reclining of
the semi-fnvalid aunt, who, with the
sweet young daughter of the house,
was upstairs waiting to be summoned.
Connie, with the tennis racquet was
in the shed, waiting to arrive theatre
cally. Carol, in her trim black gown
with white cap and apron, was a
dream.
And when he came she ushered him
in, courtesying in way known only
on the stage, and took his hat and
stick, and said softly:
Eyes, sir-please come in, sir-Tl
call the ladies'
She knew she was bewitching, Of
course, since she had done it on pur-
pose, and she lifted her eyes just far
enough beneath the lashes to give the
properly coquettish effect. He caught
her hand, and drew her slowly toward
him. admiration in his eyes. but trepi-
dalton in his heart, as he followed Con-
MES coaching. But Carol was panic
stricken, she broke away from him
roughly and ran upstairs, forgetting
her carefully rehearsed: "Oh, no, sir
oh. please, sir-you'd better wait for,
the ladies'
But once out of reach she regained
her composure. The semi-invalid aunt
trailed down the stairs, closely fol-
lowed by the attentive maid to arrange
her chair and adjust the silken shawl.
Mr.. Hedges introduced himself, feeling
horribly foolish in the presence of the
lovely serving girl, and wishing she
would take herself of. But she liz
gered effectively, whispering softly:
,"Shall 1 lower the window, mad
anne? Is it too cool? Your bottle,
madame!"
And the guest rubbed his hand
swiftly across his face to hide the
slight twitching Of his lips.
Then the model maid disappeared,
and presently the sweet daughter of
the house, charming in the gray silk
null and satin slippers, appeared, smil-
Ing, talking, full of vivacity and life.
And after while the dashing tennis
girl strolled in, smiling inscrutably
into the eyes that turned so quizzically
toward her. For time all went well.
The chaperoning aunt occasionally
lifted dainty cologne bottle to her
sensitive nostrils, and the daughter Of
the house carried out her girlish vi
vacity to the point of utter WEAKNESS.
Connie said little, but her soul ex-
banded with the foretaste of triumph.
Dinner is served, madame" said
the soft voice at the door, and they
Ill walked out sedately. Carol ad-
justed the invalid auntie's shawl once
more, and was ready to go to the
kitchen when q quiet:
Wont Miss Carol sit down with
us?" made her stop dead in her tracks.
He had pulled chair from the cor
ner up to the table for her, and she
dropped into it. She put her elbows
on the table, and leaning her dainty
chin in her hands, gazed thoughtfully
at Connie, whose eyes were bright with
the fires Of victory.
"Ah, Connie, I have hopes of you
yet-you are improving," she said gen.
tly. "Will you run out to the kitchen
and bring me bowl of soup, my
child?"
And then came laughter, full and
free-and in the midst of it Carol
looked up, wiping her eyes, and said:
"I'm sorry now didn't let you kiss
me, just to shock father!"
But the visit was great success
Even Mr.. Starr realized that. The
millionaire's son remained in Mount
Mark four days. the cynosure of all
eyes, for as Carol said. "What's the
use of bothering with millionaire's
son if you can't brag about him?"
And his devotion to his fathers col
lege chum was such that he wrote to
him regularly for long time after,
and came westward now and again to
renew the friendship SO auspiciously
begun.
"But you can't call him a problem,
father" said Carol keenly. 'They
aren't problematic until they discrimi-