Ellsworth American., 1921-03-23
His Typewriter
BY FREDERICK CLARKE
). lg2l. western NeMapaper Ln.on.

| gave llllle sigh Vi SdtISldctloil anu
cuddled closer in the encirclng arms.
You'll never let anything, come be-
tween us?' he pleaded, this time sue
ceedng in turning the pretty face to
his, and preventing any reply by Gov
ering the little mouth. At last, how
ever, Hugh managed to gain from the
bashful young girl her confession of
| love, and then the two began planning
for an early marriage. This was Tues
day night.
| Wednesday morning a cloud arose
on the horizon of their love. Rosy
was singing at her work around the
house, when Kathryn Steward ran up
the steps. Kathryn had been married
three months, and Rosy was extremely
anxious to cOntide her engagement to
| door. Before their greetings were
fairly over she began to pave the
way for her confession.
Hugh was here last night" she
smiled.
Hugh who?" Kathryn asked, al
though she knew as well as Rosy.
Hugh Howard"
"Well, what of it?'' Kathryn asked,
going over to the mantel and arrang
ing her hair before the glass.
"Why, I-well-he was here" Rosy
faltered.
Kathryn turned "You don't mean
| to say that you are interested in him?"
she said There was real concern in
| her voice.
| "What makes you say that?" Rosy
cried, her eyes filled with tears.
| Kathryn forgot her hair, and took
her friend in her arms. "I'll tell you"
she said, softly.
"Rich knows Hugh very well in
deed. and he told me the other night
that he was crazy about typewriter.
Those were his very Words
Poor little Rosy began to cry. Per-
haps, if left to herself she might have
sent for Hugh and asked for an eX-
planation, but under Kathryn's per-
! suasive direction she wrote him the
| following note:
Il am going to ask you to forget
| what happened last night, to treat it
as though it never occurred. Do not
try to see me, for l never want to
meet you again.
crosse PARSONS"
"And now you are coming to our
| summer cottage with me-" Kathryn
/ lnniInIlxr hofnro
cred her breath, Kathryn had eX-
| planned to Mrs. Parsons, packed
Rosy's suitcase, and borne her away.
AS the cruel letter slipped from her
| fingers into the mail box Rosy gave
| little sob, and might have written an
other to recall it, if she had not ac-
cidentally come across Hugh on the
way to the depot. He did not see her
as he was walking beside remark
ably pretty girl, and the two were
laughing and talking in an animated
manner, although there was nothing
! lovelike in their attitude Still, to
Rosy, this was proof positive of his
pertdy.
Just as Hugh was thinking with
! joyful anticipation of the evening. he
received Rosy's letter, and could
scarcely believe his eyes as he read
the few words her epistle contained.
"Well, of all thngs," he said at
/ last, drawing deep breath.
He went to Richard Steward and
| asked him if he knew anything about
the matter.
81 haven't the remotest idea," that
young gentleman returned, and then
added:
Come up with me Saturday, and
ask Rosy for yourself, Wen say moth
ing to the girls about your coming,
and take them by surprise"
On Saturday the two went over to
the station to met Richard, and Rosy
| felt her rebellious heart give a throb
of JOY when she saw Hugh with her
host, although she pretended to be
very angry, and would not speak to
him.
They all climbed into the boat which
was to take them to the Steward cot
taGe, and then Hugh asked quietly:
what did you tell Rosy about me.
Kathryn?"
Kathryn's face grew little redder
than it had been since she first saw
Hugh with her husband, but she said
stoutly
II just told her you were crazy
about a typewriter. think you ought
to be ashamed of yourself, Hugh"
Hugh and Richard looked at each
other. and then burst into a roar Of
laughter. while the two girls looked
furious.
80 am" Hugh said at last, "but
it is machine, not girl. I'm going
to have the agency for it, and that is
one reason can think of getting mar
ried at this time"
Richard and Kathryn effaced them
selves as soon as their guests reached
land, and Rosy made up for her will.
lingneSs to believe evil, although she