Fulton County tribune. (Wauseon, Ohio) 1883-1925, 1921-05-26

you. They will not come again."
Then, in the old fashion of women
who have suddenly come out of mo-
ment Of affectionate anger, they fell to
weeping in each others arms. The
storm was over when they heard the
feet Of ]. Patterson Bing In the hall.
Phyllis fed into the bathroom.
"Hello!" said Mr.. Bing as he entered
the door. "Tve found out what's the
matter with Phyllis. It's nerves. l
met the great specialist, John Hamil-
ton Gibbs, at luncheon today. l de-
scribed the symptoms. He says it's
undoubtedly nerves. He has any num-
Der of cases just like this one-rest
fresh air and a careful diet are all
that's needed. He says that if he can
have her for two weeks he'll guaran-
tee a cure. I've agreed to have you
take her to his sanitarium in the
Catskills tomorrow. He has saddle
horses, sleeping balconies, toboggaD
slides, snow-shoe and skating parties
and all that"
Il think it will be great" said Phyl-
lis, who suddenly emerged from her
hiding-place and embraced het father.
''Td love it I'm sick of this old town.
I'm sure it's just what need"
Il couldn't go tomorrow" said Mrs.
Bing. 81 simply must go to Mrs. De
lanes luncheon"
:"Then I'll ask Harriet to go up with
her," said ]. Patterson.
Harriet, who lived in a fiat on the
upper west side, was Mrs. Bing's sis
| ter
Phyllis went to bed dinnerless with
a headache. Mr.. and Mrs Bing sat
| for a long time over their coffee and
cigarettes.
Its something too dreadful that
Phyllis should be getting sick just at
the wrong time" said the madame.
"She has always been well. / can't
understand it"
"She's had a rather strenuous time
here" said ]. Patterson.
But she seemed to enjoy it until
until the right man came along. The
very man I hoped would like her
| Then, suddenly, she throws up her
hands and keels over. It's too devil
| iSh for words.
Mr.. Bing laughed at his wife's ex.
asperation.
"To me it's no laughing matter,
said she with a serious face.
perhaps she doesn't like the boy
]. Patterson remarked.
Mrs. Bing leaned toward him and
whispered, "She adores him!' She
held her attitude and looked search.
ingly into her husbands face.
"Well. you can't say did it, he an.
swered. ''The modern girl is rather
delicate piece of machinery. I think
she'll be all right in a week or two
Come. it's time we went to the theater
If we're going"
Nothing more was said of the mat.
ter. Next morning Immediately after
breakfast, Aunt Harriet" set out with
Phyllis in the big limousine for Doc.
tor Gibbs sanitarium.
Phyllis found the remedy she need
ed in the ceaseless round of outdoor
frolic. Her spirit washed in the glow.
ing air found refreshment in the sleer
| that follows weariness and good di
gestion. Her health improved so Wis
IDLY that her stay was far prolonged
1t was the first week of Nav when
Mrs. Bing drove up to get her. The
girl was in perfect condition, it would
seem. No rustic maid, in all the noun
tain valleys, had lighter feet or clearer
eyes or a more honest, ruddy tan in
her face, due to the touch of the clean
wind. She had grown as 1.-the and
strong as young panther.
They were going Lack to Bingville
next day. Martha an1 Susan had been
getting the house ready. Mrs. Bine
had been preparing what she fondly
hoped would be "a lo7ely surprise" fol
Phyllis. Roger Delane was coming
up to spend a quiet week with the
Bings-a week of opportunity for the
young people, with saddle horses and
a new steam launch and a Peterbor.
ough canoe and all pleasant accesso.
r1es. Then, on the twentieth, which
was the birthday of Phyllis, there was
to be dinner and house party and
| possibly an announcement and a pret-
ty Wagging of tongues. Indeed, J.
Patterson had already bought the we'd
ding gift, a necklace of pearls, and
| paid hundred thousand dollars for ii
and put it away in his safe. The neck
lace had pleased him. He had seen
many jewels, but nothing so satisfying
nothing that so well expressed his
affection for his daughter. He might
never see its like again. So he bought
it against the happy day which he
hoped was near. lie had shown it to
his wife and charged her to make nc
mention of it until 1.-The time was
ripe in his way Of speaking.
Mrs. Bing had promised on her word
and honor to respeci the confidence of
her husband, with all righteous inten-
ton, but on the very day of their ar
rival in Bingyille, Sophronia (Mrs
PendletOn) Ames called. SophrOnia
was the oldest and dearest friend that
Mamie Bing had in the village. The
latter enjoyed her life in New York,
but she felt always Il thrill at coming
back to her big garden and the green
trees and the ample spaces of Bing-
vile, and to the I ady, sympathetic
confidence of SOphronia Ames. She
told SophrOnia of brilliant scenes in
the changing spectacle of metropolitan
life, of the wonderful young man and
the untimely affliction of Phyllis, now
happily past. Then, in a whisper
i while Sophronia held up her right