The Press., 1919-01-02

1 could if had chance, away from mother, but l won't get it. and he'll marry somebody else! Oh, Louie!
 '"This is wailing letter, but I feel better since I've told you my tribula- | tiOns!
 "Your cousin and friend in veal and woe (mOstly woe at presently.
 "Beatrice Caswell."
 Two days after, MT. Caswell received q telegram from New York: "Ouarantined. Can't leave under six weeks. Beatrice to stay on with the McCues. Eileen"
 On Wednesday evening tan pongee travelling dress bounced down upon him.
 ooh, daddy-Tve come home! I've come home"'
 : But the house-party! Mother want ed you to stay. Bee!"
 "Oh daddy-I never wanted to go! I started home the minute l knew mother had to stay in New York, and you're going to let me stay home with you"
 Her father laughed. '1 won't send you back, Kitten.' ! When the Arland church bell rang. at eight o'clock. Beatrice jumped up. .sIt'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 messy spot. some typewriter sheets spread ont before him. He started euiItily at sight of her. and with un- necessary haste. folded the papers.
 "Our next Sundays sermon!" she bantered. "AIay I see how it looks on paper?"
 He flushed and thrust the folded sheets in his pocket, then fished out of another pocket q 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 1t forwarded from Oregon?" she stammered. 'It was."
 "T-oh. I must have mixed the en- velOpes" she stammered. linen you that awful letter."
 He came and stood by her. "I re- mailed the letter that was sent me by mistake" he said.
 "But you read it.' her hands went over her burning face.
 "Yes,' he confessed. II didn't real iZe what it meant until I'd begun 1t, then-it was beautiful reading! wanted to go down to Georgia on the first train-I wanted to keep the princess 1etter-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. Garter, just re- turned from six weeks visit, calling on Mrs, Felix Landrith, met Beatrice Caswell and Glenn Pryor just leaving.
 Did you notice that child's fac"?' Mrs. Landrith remarked, as the paiF passed out of hearing. "I.ove mas made her beautiful" l 'Tove!" gasped Mrs, Garter, "You don't mean to say she's in love with him? Why, Mrs, McCue's brOther-in- law was crazy about her when l left :! 1 Glenn Pryor, with those altruistic no- tions of his. probably never will have penny!' She set her lips. "Why It's suicidal! I'll write to Eileen to- day!"
 l 'Doris Carter" the older woman laid 1 hand on her shoulder, "don't you do 1 anything of the kind. It may seem to you suicidal to marry for love, without l money, but it's worse than suicide to ] reverse it. l did that, and l kpnW. Don't you write to Eileen Caswell. But even if you were to, it's too late for her to make the child unhappy. l His Scotch uncle wants him to come over to France right away, to help him In his army work, and the hoard has reluctantly consented. Naturally, he wants to take his wife with him. am going up to Frank Caswell's now to persuade him to let them be married tomorrnw