The weekly times-record. (Valley City, N.D.) 1912-1922, 1920-12-02

20. 1920. Western Newspape, .nlonJ


Tyrrell's mother proudly. G&@
Il fear you overestimate my power
to dazzle, mamma DEAR" said Iona,
but her eyes sparkled and she could
not conceal the emotion of the most
suspicious moment in her young life
Iona had never had much Of a
chance to shine in the world unless
being the bright, cheerful life of q
little social set in a dull, remote vii
lage counted for something. Her par
ents were poor, her environment hum
BILE; for the first time in her life she
now stood arrayed in garb that
might have graced duchess, and In
the suitcase by her side was a full
complement of finery to the feminine
heart most dear. Her hat was ex-
quisitely dainty and becoming she
had certain dark beauty that def1ed
powder or rouge and there was grace
and delicacy about her figure that
would make most people look twice
at her.
| John Barclay, her mothers brother,
had CHANGED to make his first visit
in years to the Tyrrell home. He
stood we'll in the city; he had money.
His two daughters had married and
the within seized him to do something
for his sisters only child. 1t had sud-
denly occurred to him, realizing the
vast contrast between his own sumptu-
GUS home and the Tyrrell humble cot
tage. that he had hardly done his duty
by his hard working sister. Then
comprehending that nothing would
please her more than to have Iona
see the world and the world see
her, he invited Iona to his home on
long visit and had insisted on pro-
viding her with all that would make
her presenfable.
"She has too much in her as to beau
ty and character to waste her life in
dull. humdrum Winwood,", declared
Barclay. "Give her a new insight in
to the world that means something,
sister. She shall have the best in life
while she is with me-"
So mother and daughter parted and
the sumptuous automobile flashed
down the winding road, and watching
it to the last Mrs. Tyrrell felt as if
it was some devouring monster that
had bereft her Of her best beloved
child. Mr. Barclay noticed that all
along the road the first mile of prog.
rss Iona kept peering to her right,
and as they approached an old-fash.
toned place she took her handkerchief
and suddenly waved it at young fel.
low driving some cattle into field.
"Who was that. Iona?" inquired her
uncle. -.=sN
, "Just an old. true friend. I told
J him yesterday was going away. !
suppose was foolish, but cried like
a baby. See, uncle, he gave me this
pretty ring as keepsake" and Iona
extended a dainty finger bearing a
slender gold circlet. ,,'.a.
"You want to forget it and him too,
Iona," spoke her uncle. almost sourly.
"Village swains scarcely count in city
ways. AS to the ring, don't wear It.
I have a diamond circlet awaiting you
| when we get home"
! Iona blushed and drew the ring from
: her finger but only to later place it on
her neck chain out Of sight, but not of
mind. 1t reposed nearer to her heart.
that was all. She kept silence as to
Wayne Tresham, but only because her
mother had warned her not to spoil
her visit to the city by crossing the
imperious will of her uncle.
II shall write, just as promised"
whispered Iona to herself. II shall
not forget Wayne, no matter what
comes. He is. good, true and honest.
And he had spoken Of coming to see
me in the city. What will uncle say
If he does?" 1t-
! The city proved an alluring magnet
for Iona. She was dazzled; she en-
joyed all its variety and excitement ;
she was made a great deal of and life
/ went like dream. Secretly she wrote
/ to Wayne, but after her second letter
received word from him that he was
: going to leave home to take a new
! position, would be travelling good
deal, and would send her his perma-
/ nent address as soon as he was settled
But year passed by. Mrs. TyrreR
| died, Iona was adopted by Mr.. Barclay
and only occasionally did she hear from
Wayne They were not engaged, and
she could scarcely expect more than
| the few formal letters he wrote.
There came an episode in her life
where Mr.. Barclay urged marriage
between Iona and a young man he had
always liked. The latter turned out
badly: the engagement was broken
and Mr.. Barclay never again attempt
ed to direct Iona in regard to her love
affairs.
Dear, true soul! She had none ex
cept so far as Wayne Tresham was
concerned, and she never faltered In
her trustful, loyal devotion for him.
And then came the reward of the
waiting years Mr.. Barclay had large
/ western interests and one day he in
1 trOduced Iona to his new manager
He was Wayne Tresham. Mr.. Barclay
i = ,o,,o,, >rox,,,, <ho+ ho noe tho old