The Dolores star., 1923-07-06

waited during the days Of her prepara-
tion, she sailed away without one word
Of explanation from Bob Dacre. She
was too proud to let him know Of her
sailing.
II will forget him." she declared pas
sionately.
But she did not-could not wheh she
visited the devastated regions OF
France and Belgium-saw the battle
fields where Bob and his comrades had
fought-when she wept over the poppy
fields Of Flanders where her playmates
and friends had laid down their lives
and when summer waned she re-
turned to her own home, serene-eyed.
grave and less selfish.
~ want work to do, daddy. I am
tired of being idle and good-for-noth.
ingI"
You could never be good for moth.
ing when you brighten all my days."
he told her, as he took his motherless
girl in his arms.
But Jean fretted. She refused all
invitations. read a great deal and took
solitary walks.
Hang his pridel" blurted out Silas
Worth in the solitude Of his study.
This is the limit" So he stamped
down the hall to his daughter and
eyed her sternly. You look pale,
Jeanne. Get some things together-I
am going down to the works in the
car; we shall stay few days and you
can board with Mrs. Lawrence"
"Mercy-you don't want Inc on u
business trip!"
1--WE VII make 1t into a pleasure
jaunt-you may drive all the way. W.
can leave Sellers at home
1t was a cold October morning WHEEL
the big car Of Silas Worth drew Up
in the driveway of the great factory;
here were carefully kept lawns aud
shrubbery and the remains of bloom
ing flower beds. The brick walls Of
the various buildings were clothed In
ivy. There was sharp pungent smell
| Of chrysanthenuns and a heeting
| fragrance Of some late roses
You have made some changes since
I was here last winter" said Jean. 1T
must have been beautiful here during
the summer"
1T was" he said briefly.
you have built new restaurant
isn't 1t prettyf' Jean pointed across
| the Enclosure to u small red brick bum
galow, smothered In woodbine, where
sign swung to and fro. Good Eat
| Ing" read the sIgnboard.
That's not the factory restaurant
| new chap came along and rented that
little building and has opened cafe
room, didn't pay. Said his mother was
an invalid and he had learned to cook
when a boy-has some housewives
about here to help. Better go over
there and get your lunch-I will come
over later; l have to see Ferguson
| first.
Jean walked slowly to the cafeteria.
A few men and girls were going in.
people from the Offices for the factory
whistle had not sounded the noon hour.
Inside 1t was clean and CHEEKY, with
| painted floor and tables and chairs.
with pots Of red geranums in the win.
| dow. Jean picked up tray, with the
| necessary silver, and approached the
| open space where line was formed.
Jean studied the bill of fare on the
wall in front Of her.
Chicken soup and" Jean stared at
the Whitehead young man who was
| standing with soup ladle poised in air.
| How big and hearty he looked, how
clean, and wholesome and happy In the
humble business Of feeding hungry peO-
pie. He smiled and bowed to Jean.
while red flush struggled through the
| tan Of his skin. She went to distant
table and tried to eat, but listening to
| the sound of his CHEEKY voice as he
| greeted one after another, she fell to
dreaming. and when her father APP
ten. Silas Worth brought u heavily.
laden tray and with him came the
young proprietor to bend above the Sc
| Guided table.
81 Just saw Jean, sir-it's taken my
breath away, Mr.. Worth-and If she
won't marry meas l am-making
money-why Will sell the place out
| to you and leave the country"
Silas Worth lifted twinkling eyes.
"Jeanie, this young man needs more
help in his business-a pretty wife to
help him spend the proceeds; SO If you
could manage to make your home In
the old manor house. and keep cor
ner for me, when give up the town
ofice-why, Well call 1t day. My
lunch Is getting cold !"
No one In the busy place enjoying
the good eating" saw Bob Dacre's
swift downward swOop as he dropped
kiss on Jeanie's bright hair.