Rockingham post-dispatch., 1922-11-02
WHO'S WHO
BY MARTHA EATON

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60 by Mcclure Newspaper syndicAts)
John Wentworth was in confusion
For three months a widow with two
charming daughters had occupied Ram
bier cottage, the grounds of which ad.
joined his estate. Conservative, near.
Ing middle age, Wentworth was max.
Ing his maiden voyage upon the sea OF
romance.
The daughters were twins, hence his
confusion. Equally charming, they
made equal appeal to his old-school
chivalry. One girl was so identically
the embodiment of the other that
Wentworth became puzzled as to
which he should offer marriage.
At last something happened which
promised to aid him in his decision. In
the late twilight, as he sauntered
through his orchard, he saw familiar
hGure hurryinS along the footpath
which led from Rambler cottage across
the meadow skirtng the lower or
chard 1t was one of the twins, carry
ing basket of goodies" to lame Mrs
Brode. Thereafter Wentworth strolled
In the orchard every evening, and
every evening familiar figure hurried
across the meadow with laden bas-
ket.
Wentworth let his decision fall upon
this twin, thoughtful and unselfish, do
ing errandS of mercy in the dim of
twilight. She was the girl for him; but
the question arose as to which of the
two she was. Not such a simple mat
ter to learn as it had first appeared to
be.
On two evenings Wentworth inter.
cepted Miss Twin in the pathway. On
the first evening he said: "Good eve-
ming, Miss Lucille" to which she re-
piled: Good evening, Mr.. Wentworth"
On the second evening he said: Good
evening, Miss Louise" to which the
young lady replied: "Good evening, Mr..
Wentworth"
Was it Miss Lucille one evening and
Miss Louise the next, or was it Miss
Lucille every evening, or Miss Louise
every evening?
she doesn't wish to be considered
more praiseworthy than her sister"
On the day following the sixth eve
ming, Wentworth called on Mrs. Brode.
BLESSED If l know whether she's Miss
Lucille or Miss Louise. | only know she
Is an angel. asked her once which
one she was, and she said: oh, never
mind, Mother Brode, I'm just Miss
Rambler so, you see, I can't tell you,
Mr.. Wentworth"
On the seventh evening Wentworth
called at Rambler cottage at about the
time when he thought Miss Twin would
BE- on her mission. He was received
by Miss Lucille and her mother only.
So the matter was settled at last: to-
morrow he would seek the hand of Miss
Louise, the little kind.hearted masquer-
ader. But no, in a very few mo-
ments Miss Louise appeared too, and
both girls We'd to give him pleasant
evening.
John Wentworth was still in confu-
sion.
On the eighth evening Wentworth,
near desperation, again paced in his
orchard and again saw the familiar fig
ure skipping across the meadow. The
girl glanced in his direction and then
went on so hastily that her sunbonnet
was caught In lOw-hanging bough.
Wentworth saw her disentangle q
strand Of hair After she had been
some time gone Wentworth went to
the offending bough and broke a twig
which was bound with hair.
He now held the solution of his
securely In his hand. To-
morrow's sunlight would tell the tale.
Miss Lucile's hair was brown and was
lighted with gold by the sun; Miss
Louise's hair was brown also, but un-
touched by gold.
Alas morning brought Illustration.
The sun shone bright, to be sure. 1t
fingered on the hair-englrdled twig in
Wentworth's hand; but the hair was
neither gold nor brown. 1t was red,
red, RED.
Wentworth worked on mental prob
lem during that morning, and later
went to Mrs. BrOde's cottage. From
questioning her he was able to arrive
1t pretty definite conclusion regard
ng the owner Of the red hair. He
learned that the widow was in strait
aned circumstances, and that she kept
out one servant, a cook, who was tidy,
luiet and never went out.
On the ninth evening rather late,
Wentworth walked back and forth by
cottage and saw through un-
suffered windows the widow, the
wins and red-haired girl. BY and
~ he rang the widows doorbell. The
wins greeted him effusiyely, while
heir mother, in evident confusion, pre-
'ented him to her of the auburn hair.
My daughter, Lois. She has just come
rom Detroit"
Wentworth spent a wonderful eve