Wauwatosa news. [volume] (Wauwatosa, Wis.) 1900-1948, 1922-10-05
WHO'S WHO
ny MARTHA EAToN


John Wentworth was in confusion.
For three months widow with two
charming daughters had occupied Ram
bier cottage, the grounds of which adj
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 identieaIly
the embodiment of the other that
Wentworth became puzzled as to
which he should offer marriage.
At last something happened which
promised 60 aid him in his decision. In
the late twilight, as he sauntered
through his orchard, he saw a familiar
figure hurrying along the footpath
which led from Rambler cottage across
the meadow stirting the lower or
chard. II was one OF the twins, carry.
ing basket of goodies to lame Mrs.
Erode Thereafter Wentworth strolled
In the orchard every evening. and
every evening a familiar figure hurried
across the meadow with a laden bas-
ket.
Wentworth let his decision fall upon
this twin. thoughtful and unseltish. do
ing errands OF mercy II The dim Of
twilight. She was the girl for him: but
the question arose as to which of the
two she was. Not such 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 II Miss Lucille one evening and
Miss Louise the next, or was II 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 II know whether she's Miss
Lucille OF 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. 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-
adler. 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 hts direction and then
went on SO hastily that her sunbonnet
was caught in low-hanglng bough.
Wentworth saw her dlsentangle a
strand Of hair After she had been
some time gone Wentworth went to
the offending bough and broke twig
which was bound with hair
He now held the solution Of his
difficulty securely In bis hand To
morrow's sunlight woulG 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 UNI
touched By gold.
Alas morning brought Illustration.
The sun shone bright, TO be sure. 1t
fingered on the hair-engirdled twig in
Wentworth's hand: but the hair was
neither geld nor brown. 1t was red,
red RED.
Wentworth worked on a mrntal prob
lem during that morning. and later
went to Mrs. Brode's cottage. From
questioning her he was able to arrive
at a pretty definite conclusion regard
Ing the owner of the red hair. He
learned that the widow was In strait
ened circumstances, and that she kept
but one servant, cook, who was tidy,
quiet and never went out.
On the ninth evening, rather late,
Wentworth walked back and forth by
Rambler cottage and saw through I'M
shattered windows the widow, the
twins and a red-haired girl. BY and
by he rang the widows doorbell. The
twins greeted him effusively, while
their mother, in evident confusion, pre-
scented him 10 her Of the auburn hair.
"My daughter, Lois. She has just come
from Detroit"
Wentworth spent wonderful eve
Mag, eating delicious little cakes which
;he twins served, and watching red
haired Lois. Yes, he could readily see
how one Of her unsefish nature might
e5sily be persuaded to stay In the
kitchen and cook, so that the more at