The Little River news., 1921-10-12
Teaching Harold a
 Lesson By HAROLD SINCLAIRE
co, 1921. Western Newspaper Union.)

Don't be too hard on me, Milly."
 I'm not. You are hard on yourself, Harold. Just think of it; when we were getting along so nicely, and everything was going so well. can't bear to think of It." and pretty Milly Wells burst into tears.
 T am sorry," began the young man in contrite tone meant to be sooth- ing. He placed gentle hand on Mnly's own. She switched it away. wilful and petulant.
 You never would have done 1t If l had known" declared the young girl between sObs. "I never want you to show me the bank book again. I've lost all interest in 1t 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 would never have met, and I might still be a drudge in a poor country store, if 1t were not for John Gregory"
 "Ob, that's an old story" replied Milly impatiently.
 "Yes, 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 recOm- mendation that enabled me to win my present position. There Is 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. A hundred and fifty dollars might save him. I 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 train to take her home with her. Amid the hustle of luggage and part ing with half a dozen fond girl friends, poor Harold had barely chance to hurriedly kiss his f1ance good-by on the depot platform.
 Two letters came to Harold that first week. Only one the second week.
 Harold winced over the careless tone of the missive. It was still harder to bear when succeeding let ters told of gay times at her aunt's home-plenty of company, merry round of parties, picnics and pleasure.
 Then there was a week and no let ter at all. It was Saturday after noon, and the anxious lover went up to the Wells home hopeful of some news. As he neared it he heard the voices of Milly'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.
 "Milly! Millyw cried Harold, his eager steps overtaking her as she sank to a seat in the arbor and cov- 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 back!"
 Amid sobs and tears she confessed it all; a perverse maiden, piqued and unstable, fooling her silly little heart with the thought that she was "teach- ing her lover a lesson," cheating her self with the delusion of new faces.
 q will never complain again" prom ised Milly when they were alone again. eve will have to wait to make up what-what we gave to help your poor friend, but I will he patient and happy. Harold"
 "Why, that doesn't count, Mnly," cried Harold brightly. "Young Greg ory paid me back that money last | week"
 "Paid you back, Harold?"
 "Yes, dear. The timely help l gave | him bridged crisis In his career. He 1 went back home a 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 l partner in an arrangement that means 1 double what I am getting now. It | will be June, Milly, after all"
 "oh, Harold, I am so happy" mur- l rourod the fair Denitent. "fOOiish wicked girl that I have been, never realizing that your dear, kind heart was casting bread upon the waters" | GAf+ino fhA MaaninH