Belington progressive. [volume] (Belington, W. Va.) 1912-1927, 1921-05-12

his fine gray eyes.
"You don't really. No son of mine
could possibly love motormans
daughter. And think of the oppor-
tunities you have and are throwing
them away for a little, middle-class,
Brockton stenographer."
Mother, / can't let you talk like
that about Edith, and I'll ask you to
avoid mentioning her in the future"
"Hoity toity! How pompous we are,
and as surely as you do marry her
I'll disinherit you and you can have
love In a cot-the real thing"
IT don't care a snap of my finger
whether you dislnherit me OF not"
With finality he rose to go, and
frantically Mrs. Gunter cast about for
another line Of tactics.
"Ah, but Phil" she exclaimed, drop
ping her naughty manner and holding
out her arms pleadingly, "you know
how love you, my only boy, and this
thing will kill me. 1t will grieve me
to death-you know my heart is bad
and my whole life Is wrapped up in
you. / lie awake at night dreaming
about you and planning your future"
Philip WINGED and cloud passed
over his clean open face as he rose
and put his arm about his mother.
'There, there, Momsy, don't get so
worked up"
A maid tapped at the door and pre-
sented card.
Af,.a M rvCtr y.pC
stairs. Go and talk to her, Phil. I'll
come In a minute"
Grateful, for the escape, the young
man greeted the caller warmly.
"How's 1t going?" the lady asked
with motherly concern.
'Worse than ever. She's just made
a dreadful scene and / feel like a
murderer"
"Sh-h-h-h, here she comes"
my dear Mrs Mangston, what a
pleasure this isl" said the hostess
cordially.
With bow Philip excused himself
and soon the two were deep in con-
yersation.
"Yes," said Mrs. Gunter bitterly,
.the boys determined to marry this
little stenographer in Brockton and as
surely as he does it I'll cut him off
without a farthing."
Her voice shook as she spoke and
and glittered with the rise and fall of
her breast.
Even if you do cut him off that
won't prevent his marrying her. What
you seem to want to do is to prevent
the match" said Mrs. Mangston
thoughtfullJ.
"But how?" asked the other des-
perately.
Another girl is usually the best
cure" remarked the caller.
But he says he's sick of girls in
his set. He calls them artificial ard
empty-headed and won't look at them
any more"
"Of course not; TIN take some new
girl that'll sweep him off his feet"
but where can we find such crea-
ture?"
Let me think" Mrs. Mangston
puckered her brow as she stared alb
sently at the floor "Now, I have a
sister who has just moved here" she
went on after a moment, land it seems
to me that she said that she was 60
ing to have a little girl visiting her
next week. I might get up a dinner
In her honor and invite you and Phil"
"That would be wonderful If you
could" said Mrs. Gunter, enthusiast
cally.
Good This girls coming Monday !;
let's make the dinner Wednesday,"
you're really too kind" smiled Mrs.
Gunter as they parted.
mot in the least. I'm simply so
devoted to Phil that / would do any
thing in the world to help him out"
Anxiously Mrs. Gunter waited for
the appointed time, and after much
coaxing, persuaded her son to accom-
pany her.
Dinners are always a bore, and
j know more girls than l want to
Know" he grumbled as he jerked on
his dinner jacket.
They arrived punctually and with
covered eagerness Mrs. Gunter
watched the meeting between her son
and the girl and was gratified to note
a CLINT of admiration In Pills eyes as
he took Randolph Parker's hand.
Later, she decided that she had never
seen him so brilliant and entertaining
as he was at dinner that night.
ITS working beautifully" she whis-
pered to her hostess.
"But she's such a lovely girl who
could help being gone over herr" re-
Piled Mrs. Mangston.
"Who, indeed? Now, why couldn't
he have fallen for a girl like that In
the first place? How longs she GO
ing to stay?"
1.-Two weeks"
Better than nothing"
AS they took their leave the mother
reiOiced to hear her son cav.