White County record. [volume] (Judsonia, Ark.) 1922-200?, 1922-09-21

"suffering?" the banker broke in In.
credulously.
She nodded. IF you call Christ
mas dinner of plain ashcake, without
even scrap of meat or molassesg good
food, perhaps there wasn't any; but,
take my word for it, all that fall and
winter persimmon bread was our
greatest luxury"
TIE younger man stirred and
started to speak. His elders eye
compelled silence. so you would
take your loot and sQuander it in
charity" he said.
Nora faced him dauntlessly, an
swering:
If the bank stands to its cashier
that it makes no mistakes where would
the loot come in, especially after it
mad been warned of a mistaken"
ut wouldn't come in. I'm a lawyer
I know" the young man said, COM
ing forward.
Nora smiled at him roguishly. "I
am not-only hoping to be some day."
she said That's how I'm here"
You've won your first case, Miss
Maxwell the banker said, bowling.
But I'd pay you a good fee if you
hadn't made the case. | hate like
everything to dismiss Weston. He is
newly promoted; think it must have
gone to his head"
"Then don't fire him." Nora said,
| comma { fol ;e.
disheartening. | know"
MAY I ask what your job is?" the
| interlocutor said
She answered gravely, though with
twinkling eyes: Pm the original
candy girl; get twenty-five a week for
making models warranted to fetch the
happer and equally engage her elder
sisters
you study?" the banker began.
might school," Nora interrupted.
HAS to be that or nothing. Pity I
wasn't born boy, love law so well,
and then there have been such lawyers
in our line. If only l can make good
grandad will be so happy. Even
heaven wouldn't be all right for him
if he had to know that the last of US
was a rank failure"
you won't be-" Banker Lewis said
confidently. "Thank you for the
trouble you have taken to set this
matter right. Isn't there something
the bank can do to show apprecia-
ton"
"Surely! Slip back that measly
ten and say nothing about it It'd
next week." Nora broke in gayly, add
ing almost wistfully: "Also something
personal. Please tell me where l car
get real food without waiting toe
long"
ut will be better to show you," Mr.
Lewis interrupted. "Well take Miss
Lane, my secretary, and John Lewis
Cope, my scapegrace nephew, to make
the party complete
A thrill amounting almost to a riot
went through the establishment wher
the limousine rolled away with foul
inside 1t whirled the four crosstowI
to the lower citys most famous lunch
con place. There Nora, forgetful OF
her SS-cent hat, her mended gloves, hel
severely simple handbag, ate daintily
but with keen relish such food as she
had not tasted before
Afterward she was sent to a matinee
in charge of Miss Lane, the men bow
ing themselves away at their court
lest the elder of them saying: "B'
sure we shall keep track of you" ant
the younger looking things he lacked
courage to say. Possibly he found the
courage later, since the week after sh'
passed a brilliant examination and wal
duly admitted to the bar.
Miss Nora Maxwell became Mrs
John Lewis Cope, but so quietly hardl.
breath of it got into print. Their
would likely have been columns had /
leaked out that Banker Lewis had set
tied a quarter million on the bride
besides giving his nephew wherewitha
to buy back Maxwellton, a big planta
ton down in Alabama.