Pullman herald. [volume] (Pullman, W.T. [Wash.]) 1888-1989, 1921-12-02
HER SURRENDER
ey MILDRED WHITE.

7yTS very wide rs you read, and sigh
| over the caprices of your companion
! oieee. For it was first "A caprice that
sent me into the depths of the Blue
! .iils 10 visit Uncle Horace in his iso-
| sted grandeur; really. Blue Noun ain
house is "a grand place And ii wa
/ caprice, again, which caused me to
refuse the heart and hand of Uncle
Uorace's young friend lately returned
/ from thr West. Years ago, it Seemed
| Uncle Horace and the father of dis
young man, Nathan Warren by name.
/ were boyAuud friends in The Blue hius
/ tceion and neither of them in old ace
/ had forgotten the freedom and AL
venture OF that happy time. 50 boGA
erected homes there. but while Uncle
Horace remained to enjoy both his
| home and success, Nathan Warren
| father passed ON to the great beyond.
SO Nat, as We call him. comes occa,
sionaily to look over the desolate
empty house, which his modest circum-
stances will not permit him to sup
| port as his father left no money.
Nat my uncle impressed upon me.
was an exceedingly worthy young man
| of whom the future would hear. if not
| the present. Certain it is, that the
| present has not heard OF course
/ liked him, Aunt Suzanne; no one could
resist Mats wholesome charm. But
| did not want to care too much.
l did not aspire to cook three meals
a day for even a charming Nat War
rem in some hot grubby kitchen. The
kitchen would be grubby if l had the
! care of 1t. etc-the ct cetera meaning
all the other drudgng things it was
possible | might have to do upon be-
| coming the humble Mats wife. SO
refused him decidedly and was all
| grieved and angry in my heart that he
| dared make me love him.
We parted with a quarrel / was
glad in my perturbation when Rosie
| Uncle Horace's cook, asked me if l
! would row to Mamme ChlOes little
| cabin to see if either she or her slim
daughter, Pearl, could be persuaded
| to come over for day, to help us in
| the house. Chloe is a fine laundresS,
while Pearl bakes delicious cakes and
pies.
l raced the few steps to Mammie's
cabin door, banging it behind me just
in time to escape the downpour. And
| Suzanne-neither Mammie nor her
dusly daughter were at home.
There | was, in terrific electric
storm, marooned in a cabin on Straw
! berry isle. And as usual, even in dan
ger my predominating sense was up
permost, and l hunted for something
| to eat.
! SO l envelOped myself in the scarlet
| apron and went to work, singing, too,
| Suzanne; the coffee smelled so deli
| ciouS, and the storm outside seemed
a vent for my own feelings. There,
| looking from the window | saw him
/ Nathan Warren. He was in a small
| motorboat, and the winds were buffet
! ing it about but l think | should recOg-
| niZe Nat if he were no more than a
| speck on the surface of the sea.
Always l seem to know when he is
! near. He would seek shelter at the
! cabin. of course, and no doubt it was
l, and all the hard things | had said
which had driven him out unheed-
| ing into the storm.
! | caught up Pearls red turban from
its peg rather a cross between q
! boudoir cap and turban-and pulled
it well down over my eyes If
! could keep my back toward Nat and
! 20 on working over the stove, it was
not likely that he would discover my
| identity. SO l answered his sharp
rap with Pearls grudging grunt He
went right past me into the other
small table.
Il am likely to be here for some
time" he called, the storm is pretty
bad. Can't have some of that tempt
ing bacon?"
Yes, sub" answered in a sort OF
whisper. | had to keep him from sus-
pecting, you see; so l put all the de
licious dinner | had prepared for my
! self on "A tray, and carried it into
that man. He did not look up from
| the magazine he had opened. but
praised the coffee extravagantly as
he used the last bit of cream. And
! Suzanne, | never was so pleased al
anything in my life, as Nat Warrens
! praise of my cooking. He did enjoy
1t. And it was SO good to see him
sitting there in that lonely cabin room
that l brought wood while his back
was still turned and kindIed it in the
fireplace TO take off the damp of his
! ride.
And when | went TO ill the lamp
in the kitchen, l caught glimpse OF
/ my face in MammieS mirror, and ii was
so bright and happy that ii startled
me. Yes, happy because he and
were not separated forever as | had
thought. but just-together, in a dingy
cabin room, with wind and storm tear.
ing nj the windows, but together; even
If Nathan Warren did not know that
fact himself. | carried the big coffee