The Hope pioneer. [volume] (Hope, N.D.) 1882-1964, 1918-08-15
Sammy McCue, Mrs. McCue's brother
in-law), we met Mr.. Pryor,

Au-AtWJI we IuCI MT. tryOr.
His eyes looked positively reproach-
full when they met mine. He lifted his
hat, sober and unsmiling. and passed,
and I felt my heart break under the
weight of his misunderstanding. 1
heard 1t break, Louie. And next morn
ing I. found out Mrs. Hilbert had died
at midnight. I couldn't make any ex-
PLANTATION to him without appearing to
censure mother, so I didn't make any.
$50, July, a wretched month, has
passed. Mothers swept me into the
hotel social life until I haven't had a
minute (not even Sunday for my
friends. Il ought to have stood up to
mother, but I hate a row; I am a
coward, Louie, and because I am,
I am m%iserable.)
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 a breaker Of
promises, and shallow, and tickle, and
untrustworthy! I'll eve be able to
redeem myself in his eyes. I believe I
could, if I had n chance, away from
mother, but I won't get it, and he'll
marry somebody else! Oh, Louie!
"This is n wailing letter, but I feel
better since I've told you my tribula-
tons!
"Your cousin and friend in veal and
woe (mostly woe Mt presently.
Beatrice Caswell."
Two days after, Mr.. Caswell received
a telegram from New York:
"Quarantined. Can't leave under six
weeks. Beatrice to stay on with the
McCues. Eileen"
On Wednesday evening a tan pongee
travelling dress pounced down upon
him.
ooh, daddy-I've come home! I've
come home!"
"But the house-party! Mother want
ed you to stay, Bee"
ooh daddy-I 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"
Her father laughed. II won't send
you back, Kitten"
When the Arland church bell rang,
at eight o'clock, Beatrice jumped up.
"It's the circle night, daddy; let's
go"
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
spsead out before him. He started
guiltily Mt sight of her, and with I'M
necessary haste, folded the papers.
sour next Sundays sermon" she
bantered. "May I see how it looks on
paper"
He flushed and thrust the folded
sheets in his pocket, then fished out
Of another pocket a strip Of paper
which he held out to her.
"I'm afraid your father has a bad
opinion of me, but his generous check.
mailed to me more than two weeks
ago, reached me only this noon."
"Two weeks ago." murmured Beat
rice, puzzled. Then the red blood dyed
her cheeks. "Was-was it forwarded
from Oregon?" she stammered.
ut vas"
"I-oh, I must have mixed the en-
velopes!" she stammered. '"Then YOU
that awful letter."
He came and stood by her. II re-
mailed the letter that was sent me by
mistake" he said.
"But you read it." her hands went
over her burning face.
EYES," he confessed. IT didn't real
lie what it meant until I'd begun it,
then-it was beautiful reading! !
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. "Then
you-oh,. Glenn!"
It wasn't the letter that lay close
to his heart that he was kissing then.
A month later Mrs. Carter, just re-
turned from q six weeks visit, calling
on Mrs. Felix Landrith, met Beatrice
Caswell and Glenn Pryor just leaving.
"Did you notice that child's face?"
Mrs. Landrith remarked, as the pair
passed out Of hearing. Glove has
made her beautiful"
"Love" gasped Mrs. Carter. "You
don't mean to say she's in love with
him? Why, Mrs. McCue's brother-in-
law was crazy about her when I left !
Glenn Pryor, with those altruistic no.
lions of his, probably never will have
a penny!" She set her lips. 'Why
it's suicidal! I'll write to Eileen to-
dayw
"Doris Carter" the older woman laid
a hand on her shoulder, don't you do
anything Of the kind. It may seem to
you suicidal to marry for love, without
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