The Dolores star., 1922-02-10
HER SURRENDER
BY MILDRED WHITE.
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Copyright. 1921. Western Newspaper Union
| have something now to tell YOU
suzanne. that will make you open your
eyes very wide as you read, and sigh
iNer the caprices of your companion
niece. For it was first a caprice that
sent me into the depths of the Blue
hills to visit Uncle Horace in his iso-
lated grandeur; really, Blue Mountain
house is n grand place. And 1t was
caprice, again, which caused me to
refuse the heart and hand of Uncle
Horace's young friend, lately returned
from the West. Years ago. it seemed.
Uncle Horace and the father of this
young man. Nathan Warren by name,
we're boyhood friends in the Blue hills
region. and neither of them in old age
had forgotten the freedom and ad-
venture of that happy time. So both
erected homes there, but while Uncle
Horace remained to enjoy both his
home and success, Nathan Warren's
father passed on to the great beyond.
So Nat, as - call him, comes occa-
sionally 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, il not
the present. Certain 1t is. that the
present has not heard. OF course I
liked him, Aunt Suzanne: no one could
resist Mats wholesome charm. But
did not want to care too much.
did not aspire to cook three meals
q day for even a charming Nat War
rem in some hot grubby kitchen. The
kitchen would be grubby If had the
care of It, etc.-the ct cetera meaning
all the other drudglng things 1t 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 quarrel. was
glad in my perturbation when Rosie.
Uncle Horaces cook. asked me If
would row to Mammie Chloe's 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 fine laundress
while Pearl bakes delicious cakes and
pies.
l raced the few steps to Mammie's
cabin door, banging 1t behind me just
in time to escape the downpour. And
Suzanne-neither Mammie nor her
Inttuhfnr Of homo
There l was, In terrific electric
storm. marooned in 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 enreloped myself in the scarlet
apron and went to work, singing too,
Suzanne; the coffee smelled so deli
cious. and the storm outside seemed
vent for my own feelings. There,
looking from the window I saw him
Nathan Warren. He was in a small
motorboat, and the winds were buffet
ing it about. but 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 1t was
I, and all the hard things l had said
which had driven him out unheed-
ing into the storm.
l caught up Pearls red turban from
its peg. rather a cross between a
boudoir cap and turban-and pulled
It well down over my eyes. If l
could keep my back toward Nat and