Pullman herald. [volume] (Pullman, W.T. [Wash.]) 1888-1989, 1922-02-24

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Copyright 1891 Western Newspaper Union.
Betsy served coffee at Mrs Tabor's
select table, and though the day was
SO hot that Betsys hair twisted ia
moist curls on her forehead the girls
eyes had ii merry Eight as though her
task were part Of some humorous
game The aristocratic appearing old
gentleman ut the head of the table
looked up with Il sympathetic smile,
us Betsy bent over him
Tie cheer of her contenance was in
refreshing contrast to the petuiant or
bored expressions of the other guests.
We'll" asked the old man in the
low tone which only she might hear,
who are you today? \ happy hostess
serving retreshment at one Of her own
entertainments? Or just q little sister
of mercy dispensing goodY Mrs.
Tabor did not allow her maids 10 con
verse with her guests, but the aristO-
cratic old gentleman was privileged
person.
Il am Betsy smilingly whispered,
acting famous dining room scene
where Il society princess goes disguised
as waitress, The cid gentleman
laughed enjoyabIy
Il knew IT," lie exclaimed Upon
my dresser-did you tidy nay room this
morning, Betsyf-I left a book for
YOU. Little Songs and lmpersona-
lions Thought you'd enjoy it,"
Betsy" said Mrs. Tabor coldIy
Later she complained to the old
gentleman.
He came upon Betsy just before
afternoon tea was to he served on the
lawn Of Tabor House. She was read
ing his book and singing over it.
IF you could have studied" asked
the old gentleman, "what would you
have liked most to be?"
"A musician" the girl answered
promptly, "a singer" her eyes
gIowed.
Mr.. Humphrey took ticket from
his pocket "The hotel entertainer
who condescends to amuse us this
evening at Tabor House gave me this"
lie said. Il believe that he is supposed
TO both play and impersonate In song.
| prefer to remain this evening in my
room with my papers. Won't you take
the ticket of invitation and go, Betsy?"
I'D love to-" the girl eagerly cried,
then her brightness vanished. But
Mrs Tabor would object"
The old man fecked the geraniums
impatiently. You might at least listen
from an upper hail. he suggested
So when the downstairs lights were
brilliant when the noted tenors voice
came to her there high in her corner
Betsy. the little waitress, listened
thrilled, And next day the old man
discovered her repeating the program
In the big lower deserted room while
dust mops lay idly upon the floor
Betsy" asked the old gentleman
grayely, "what will you choose for
your vocation in life? You cannot go
on in this way, you know, with just
teacups and busters"
As he spoke both turned to find the
young entertainer standing inside the
doorway. He had evidently been
there mobserved tur some time.
"Teacups and busters" he repeated,
while your remarkable talent lies
dormantT
You think the older man asked
quickly that Miss Blair would be
able TO make good at music?"
Il think" the musician enthusiasts
tically declared that she is a find"
Betsy fled from the room, all Joy
ously embarrassed, but the two re-
manned discussing her promise When
she came to speak to her old friend
some days later the girls eyes we're
wide with visions and she spoke as
one unable to believe the wonder of
her own words.
This Mr.. Norris Bernard" she ex-
planned, lis going 10 make 1t possible
tor me to study for a career. There
Is Il fund, he tells me- placed in his
own music masters care. for instruct
Inc pupils of promise. That money
may be expended on my education
Through Mr.. Bernard | have been the
concert engagements become reality
then | may restore that fund for the
benefit of another Is it not wonder
full, this, my golden opportunity?"
So little Betsy went far to the great
city, across the great ocean. And
the old man, growing ever older but
never less kindly, stayed on at the
Tabor House.
From across the waters came word
of the girls assured success, little
clippings from papers which she
proudly sent him. But her letters In
answer To his interested inquiries
seemed ever to carry vein of sad
ness.
our musician she wrote at last,
you remember Morris Bernard? Wen,
he has loved me always it seems,
since that first day. While my
heart must have down to meet his
thar night as his voice came to me
there on the stair. But he has de-
ceiyed me- and | cannot marry him.
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