The Owosso times. (Owosso, Mich.) 1897-1926, 1919-04-11

lighted on the honey. Nervousiy she
struck ut It and then cried out with
pain.
"The bee has stung YOU" l said.
She covered her face with her hand
kerchief and made no answer.
"Wait minute-Tll get some clay"
I said as ran to the river bank.
found some clay and moistened 1t
with the water and returned.
"There. look at mel" she grOaned.
1.-The bee hit my nose."
She uncovered her face, now de-
formed almost beyond recognition. her
nose having swollen to one of great
size and redness.
"YOu look like Rodney Barnes"
said with laugh as i applied the clay
to her afflicted nose.
"And feel like the old boy. think
my nose Is trying to jump Off and run
away"
We were nearing the village. She
wiped the mud from her prodigious
nose and wet her handkerchief In a
pool Of water and helped her to wash
1t. Soon we saw two men approaching
us In the road. In q moment l OBJ
served that one was Mr.. Horace Dun
kelberg; the other a stranger and a re-
markably handsome young man he
was, about twenty-five years of age
and dressed In the height of fashion.
I remember so well his tall, athletic
figure, his gray eyes, his small dark
mustache and his admirable manners.
Both were appalled, at the look of
Sally.
"Why, girl. what has happened to
your" her father asked.
Then saw what a playful soul was
Sally's. The girl was born actress.
'Been riding In the country" said
she. "Is this Mr.. Latour?"
"This is Mr.. Latour. Sally" said her
father.
They shook hands.
II am glad to see yOu." said the
stranger.
"They say.I am worth SEEING" said
Sally. "This is my friend. Mr.. Baynes.
When you are tired Of seeing me, look
at him."
q SllOOh tuc uc OhSIcu lut.
s"Of course, we can't all be good
looking" Sally remarked with sigh,
as If her misfortune were permanent.
Mr.. Horace Dunkelberg and
laughed heartily-for had told him in
whisper what had happened to Sally
while Mr.. Latour looked a little EN-
barrassed. M ir.
my face Is not beautiful, but they
say that have a good heart" Sally
assured the stranger.
They started on. excused myself
and took trail through the woods to
another road. Just there, with Sally
waving her hand to me as stood for
q moment in the edge Of the woods,
the curtain falls on this highly roman
tic period of my life..
Uncle Peabody came for me that eve
ming. 1t was about the middle of the
next week that received this letter
from Sally!3 byt4q 80 80 W. 1e-n ia.,
"Dear Bart: Mr.. Latour gave up
and drove to Potsdam In the evening.
Said he had to meet Mr.. Parish. !
think that he had seen enough Of me.
/ began to hope he would stay-he
was so good looking, but mother is
very glad that he went, and so am 1,
for our minister told us that he Is one
of the wickedest young men in the
state. He is very rich and very bad,
they say. I wonder If old Kate knew
about him. Her charm worked well
unyway-didn't 1t? My nose was all
right In the morning. Sorry that ]
can't meet you Saturday. h"r and
are packing up to go away for the
summer. Don't forget me. shall be
thinking every day of those lovely
things you said to me. don't know
what they will try to do with me. and
I don't care. 1 really think as you do.
Bart, that God has married us to each
other.
yours forever,
SALLY DUNKELBERG".
- How often I read those wOrds-so
like all the careless words of the
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