The Nevada County picayune., 1922-08-24

te heal, to cure How 1 thrilled at the thought of the love and companionship l could give him somewhere in rose emboWered cottage far from the mad ding crowd Gle boarded at the An derS,nvlle hotel alone now.) If only he could see il as I saw 1t. If only by some sign or token he could know of the warm love that was his but for the asking. Could he not see that DO longer need he pine alone and unap- preciated in the Andersonvllle hotel? Why. in just a few weeks 1 was to be through school. And then
 On the night before commencement Mir. Harold Hartshorn ascended our front steps rang the bell, and called for my father I knew because I was upstairs in my room over the front door and I saw him come up the walk and heard him ask for Father
 Oh, joy Oh, happy day He knew He had seen 1t as I saw it. He had come to gain Fathers permission, that he might be a duly accredited suitor for my hand
 During the next ecstatic ten min utes. with my hand pressed against my wildly beating heart, l planned my wedding dress, selected with care and discrimination my trousseau, furnished the rose-embowered cottage far from the madding crowd and wondered why Father did not send for me. Then ha al ~+ 1 utof sent me to the window, sickening terror within me.
 Was he going-without seeing me, his future bride? Impossible
 Father and Mir. Harold Hartshorn stood on the front steps below, talking In another minute Mir. Harold Harts hsrn had walked away, and Father had turned back on to the piazza.
 AS soon as I could control my shak ing knees, I went downstairs.
 Father was In his favorite rocking chair. 1 advanced slowly. did not sit down.
 Was that MT. Hartshornf" I asked trying to keep the shake out of my voice.
 Yes"
 "Mr. H-Hartshorn," repeated stu pidly.
 Yes. He came to see me about the Downer place." nodded Father. "He wants to rent 1t for next year"
 ITO rent 1.-the Downer place 1" fThe Downer place was no rose-embowered cottage far from the madding crowd :, Why. It was big, and brick, and right next to the hotel didn't want to live there.)
 "Yes-for his wife and family. He's going to bring them back with him next year" explained Father.
 His wife and family" l can imag inc about how gasped out those four words
 "Yes. He has five children, I be lieve. and"
 But I had fled to my room.
 After all. my recovery was rapid l was in love with love. you see; not with Mr. Harold Hartshorn. Besides the next year I went to college. And It was while I was at college that met Jerry.
 Jerry was the brother of my college friend Helen Weston. Helen's elder sister was a senior in that same col. lege, and was graduated at the close Of my freshman year. The father, mother and brother came on to the graduation. And that is where l met Jerry.
 If 1t might be called meeting him. He lifted his hat bowed, said a polite nothing with his lips, and an indiffer- ent "Oh, some friend of Helen's," with his eyes. and turned to radiant blonde senior at my side.
 And that was all-for him. But for me
 All that day I watched him wa.n- ever opportunity offered; and l suspect that took care that opportunity of fered frequently I was fascinated. had never seen any one like him be- fore. Tall, handsome, brilliant, al per feet ease, he plainly dominated every group of which he was part. Toward