Mineral Point tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1869-1938, 1920-02-12

house into her own. ana thence ~ sc
stairs to~thc room where mu.tly re-
posed the untouched food Gathering
retraced her steps, ana rs the young
man came TO consciousness he saw a
not unheautiful girl standing on a
chair holding a tiny pot above the gas
jet. She smiled down at him a genu-
inc, comforting SIN .
Hot milk Ia minute. Toasted
crackers ana q mite OF cheese How
does that Soundy Her voice sound
ed merrily in the room and the man
answered the smile with wan ef-
fort.
at smells better" came the whis-
per from the bed.
And it tasted equally good as Bet
sy held his head and fed him Tie
Drowned biscuit dipped in the warm
milk. The man slept and Betsy tip
toed from the room. Mrs. Slattery
mounted guard in the hall with a
Dame Grundy vigilance.
His room rent be behind" Evil
IDENTIFY in Mrs. Slattery's makeup
there was no trace of that impellng
force which had governed Betsys
spontaneous act Of loving kindness.
She looked into her meager purse.
wearing out ut the corners.
"Will dollar on account be salts
factory? she asked. The bill was
rendered aad accepted in silence and
Betsy returned to her room, supper
less and happy. AS she crept into
bed she shifted the alarm clock. 1t
registered awakening at half past five.
The hour thus gained next MORN
ing was devoted to assisting her new
ly acquired ward With a promise 10
the man who lay weak and inert to
stop in on her way home from work
in the evening, she turned to go.
"Why are you so good to mel" he
questioned her.
'Why doubt the motive?" by in
terrogation she answered.
Preoccuped with her thoughts. Bet
sy failed to be annoyed as she was
throngs fastening to work. Morning
duties were fulfilled in like subcon-
scious fashion, for mind was helping
the lad lying i'll and helpless in the
hot bedroom. Noon was sounded by
sirens over the wetering city as Bet
sy passed the music counter of Til
den's, Inc, on her way out of the
store for luncheon. In raucous tones
sang the song-booster through his br l.
liantly coIored megaphone, which lie
turned alternately TO right and lett
so that all might hear:
"When our Ship o. Dreams comes in.
dear,
When its cargo comes to shore,
With gold so fine, it will all be thine,
You alone | adore"
Betsy smiled as she recalled the
first occasion when she had heard the
utes of her luncheon period to hear
the end of the lyric.
"When our vessel comes sailing back,
dear,
Laden with wealth all for you,
Then wen marry; no need to tarry,
When our Ship, our Ship o. Dreams
comes true"
She caught up the lifting, catchy
melody and the easy, rolling words,
and ate her luncheon with the tune
in her head. Anxious for six o'clock,
the afternoon flew quickly by and
closing time found her hurrylng to-
ward her boarding house with thou
sands of other souls, all closeted up in
their own little worlds of personal in
terest. Mechanically she bought the
evening paper and mechanically read
the usual run OF news, and equally
mechanically turned toward the clasSi-
fed section In search for the always
possible, but never probable, better
Job" Her eye drifted to the adioln-
Ing column of Personals" attracted
possibly by the words, "Ship o
Dreams They seemed TO pursue her
llliS udNs Iut lhhi otaAfh " Ai'l iihhh
hummed with heavy breath, when
our Snip o Dreams comes sailing in,
dear
Betsy read:
Royalties awaiting Leonard SUIT
clifre Information wanted as TO pres
ent whereabouts OF composer Of
Ship o. Dreams Phone Popular
Music Co."
Betsy gasped. Could # really be
so wonderfully romantic7 II was
more than food she brought him.
Are you Leonard Sutcliffe?" she
asked as she entered the room and
smiled to see him seated in the chair.
He nodded with surprise and looked
at the newspaper she laid In his lap.
Then your Ship O. Dreams has
come to port Captain Singing Man"
Betsy announced and picked out the
stopper Of the milk bottle with the
tine Of fork.
A wonderful light danced in his
eyes Good Samaritan, It's our ship
o. Dreams, isn't itT
And over the toasted crackers Bet
sy nodded assent
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