Ellsworth American. [volume] (Ellsworth, Me.) 1855-current, 1921-09-14
Teaching Harold a
Lesson
BY HAROLD SINCLAIRE
70. 1921, Western Newspaper Union.)

OOnt De 100 hard on me, Mllly.
'Tm not. You are hard on yourself,
Harold. Just think of it; when we
were getting along so nicely, and
everything was going so well. l can't
Wells burst into tears.
Il am sorry" began the young man
in contrite tone meant to be sooth-
ing. He placed gentle hand on
Muly's own. She switched it away,
wilful and petulant.
you never would have done it II
had KNOWN" declared the young girl
between sobs. Il never want you to
show me the bank book again. I've
lost all interest in it forever, and I'm
glad I'm going to visit Aunt Margaret.
People may have some consideration
for me there"
Listen to me, DEAR" said Harold
tenderly. you and 1 would never
have met, and 1 might still be
drudge in poor country store, If 1t
were not for John Gregory"
"Oh, that's an old story" replied
Nnliy
Eyes, it is an old story" pursued
Harold, land a good old story-how
he gave me, penniless lad, enough
money to reach the city. and recon-
mendation that enabled me to win my
present position. There is a new part
to the story now, Milly. His son, a
profligate, came to me today. He was
in trouble-something worse than
trouble, dear, almost disgrace.
hundred and fifty dollars might save
him. l remembered what his kind old
father, now dead, had done for me,
and"
"You let him have the money-our
money!" said Milly. "All that great
sum earned so hard and saved so
slowly. Oh. dear! oh, dear! 1t is al
most heartbreaking
So Harold Brown walked slowly
home, wretched and serious. But next
afternoon he called at the Wells home
as agreed.
To his disappointment, he found
that the aunt whom Milly was going
to visit had stopped over from a
train to take her home with her.
Amid the hustle Of luggage and part
ing with half dozen fond girl
friends, poor Harold had barely
chance to hurriedly kiss his fiance
good-by on the depot platform.
Two letters came to Harold that
first week. Only one the second
week.
Harold WINGED over the careless
tone of the missive. 1t was still
harder to bear when succeeding let
tiers told Of gay times at her aunt's
home-plenty Of company, a merry
round of parties, picnics and pleasure.
ter at all 1t was Saturday after
noon, and the anxious lover went up
to the Wells home, hopeful Of some
news. AS ne neared it he heard the
voices of Mlly's sisters and some
friends on the side porch Of the
house. He was about to join Them
when his eye caught sight of figure
gliding in among the shrubbery
towards the little arbor in the garden
"Miny! Milly" cried Harold, his
eager steps overtaking her as she
sank to seat in the arbor and COW
cred her face with her hands.
He sat down beside her, trembling
with his emotion. She did not shrink.
"Oh, Harold" she cried, take me
backr
Amid sobs and tears she confessed
it all; perverse maiden. piqued and
unstable, fooling her silly little heart
with the thought that she was teach
ing her lover lesson" cheating her
self with the delusion Of new faces.
81 will never complain again." prom
ised Milly when they were alone
again. I'VE will have to wait to
make up what-what we gave to help
your poor friend, but l will be patient
and happy, Harold"
"Why, that doesn't count, Milly,"
cried Harold brightly young Greg
DRY paid me back that money last
week"
paid you back, Harold?"
Eyes, dear. The timely help I gave
him bridged crisis in his career. He
went back home humble prodigal.
His mother after while is going to
start him in business, and If he holds
out she has asked me to become his
partner in an arrangement that means
double what l am getting now. 1t
will be June Milly after ALL"
"Oh, Harold, l am so happy" MUIR
INJURED the fair penitent; foolish,
wicked girl that have been, never
realizing that your dear, kind heart
was casting bread upon the waters"