Montgomery County sentinel. [volume] (Rockville, Md.) 1855-1974, 1927-03-25

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1t would be. Mother thought she had
! fastened In Lady Grey. I'm very
sorry. Did she get over there again?"
whether twas Lady Grey or Lady
White, she's divll of hen, an II
she comes over again, I'll"
Here the torrent of words came sud
denly to stop with a masculine voice
breaking in; Margaret Margaret
what is the matteri"
"Well, II yer wantin' garden, just
ye thry havin' 1t wild henl"
But the lady has said she was
sorry"
Eyes. inded." said Florence, "and
promise you you will not be an
noyed any more"
Here a rather good-looking young
man emerged from obscurity. More
explanations followed, and the mill
tant lady went into the house. When
Florence related the incident to her
mother, the latter reJoined:
81 suppose she's taking boarders,
and It'll be noisy and unpleasant with
men running In and out"
II shouldn't suppose anything but
day laborers would be likely to board
In Holly street. But maybe he's Il
clerk on small salary-still he spoke
like u gentleman"
"A clerk can be gentleman" added
her mother
YES" said the girl doubtfully. ale
can be-"
1t was really quite astonishing, the
way In which the acquaintance over
the fence progressed. till one day Mrs
found she was glad he had been In
vited. When she found she was some
thing more than glad, she began to be
supremely disguised with herself
Where were her dreams OF finer.
fuller life? TO marry a poor clerk
meant to 60 on living In Holly street.
No, no, II was unthlnkable.
This place must look very dingy to
you after your shining new paint In
there" she said to him.
mo" he said, ut looks very coy,
very honey" He took in the ample
library table, the shaded lamp, the
books, and the good pictures on tha
walls. at looks very much as I
thought II would"
We've asked time and again to have
this room papered and painted, but
that miserable old skinhlnt Of an own
er won't do It. 1t seems he had to,
next door"
Did you ever see the owner?" he
asked.
mo, l don't even know his name.
The agent said he wouldn't"
81 think he WILL" said the young
man.
mfr. Royal But how do you
known
well, you see, I work for him in
the silk factory"
docs he own that, tooI Well, he's
worse than a skinfint |"
mo, he's decent fellow, II he Is u
millionaire. It's the agent who's to
blame"
The speedy way In which the cot
tage was overhauled, and everything
done just as Florence and her mother
wished convinced them that young Mr..
Royal must have some pull"
The love route Is sometimes sub
ject to fluctuations, but this one
seemed to progress steadily. One day
he put the important question:
'I'm getting only twenty-five n week
now, but I'm promised raise. Would
you be willing to live on thatT' he
asked.
i've got to think Of mother" she
answered. III you'd let me go on with
my typewritlng-"
mo, no." he demurred. II want to
be mothered a little, and | want to
take care Of you both. I don't want
you to work In an Office"
81 must say for poor man, you
have some foolish PRIDE" she pouted.
Then the next minute: II don't care
IL It's only twenty, well manage"
When Mr.. Royal again found his
voice he announced that he would
bring his father to call.
The old gentleman scrutlnlzed hls
future daughter-in-law so searchlngly
she began to feel uncomfortable.
Miss Bennett" he said, II feel 1t
is my duty to inform you that this
young man has been telling you per
feet tissue of falsehoods.'
"Fatherw interposed the young man
glanclng at the surprised face Of the
girl going white with the shock Of the
revelation.
"It's true he is getting twenty-five Il
week, but as to raise"
"If that's ALL" she cried, ~ don't
care. We can live on It. II there's
nothing against Mr. Royals charac-
ter"
"'Mr. Royal" shifted the old man.
"You rascal you didn't even give your
right name
"Whatl" she gasped.
Nov, never mind Miss Bennett
It was just part Of his qulxotlc
game. He wanted to see II you really
cared for him. You're the right sort.
shall be very proud to have you for
daughter. ! tried out Jack to see
what he was made Of Now, I'm go
ing to make him superintendent"
Superintendent she echoed In
credulously.
Eyes, you see I'm the owner, and
the old sklnnlnt who owns these
house. All ] have will be the boys.
Just now want him to take yaca-
tlon-for a honeymoon-and want It
to begin right away. Come here and
kiss your father"
Florence somewhat dazedly com
piled. Then she glanced at her moth
err who had taken the old gentlemans
Outstretched hand, and she knew her
own had come to her.