Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1930-08-24

retrospect, opinion has 1t JnaC young
Bert Seavers got I'll he deserved.
But six years may seem cruel
time to suffer for one youthful
Bert was a good-looking and in many ways,
lovable lad in his twenty-fourth year. his
eyes were laughing blue, his nose had an up
ward tilt, he wore his hats and his clothes
with swank
At a dance in Foresters' Hall shortly after
his arrival in Paris he met Dorothy Peters.
He proceeded to go about so much with her
that the rllmor got out, to be later confirmed'
that the two were engaged
Dorothy was willowy girl, with the poise'
sense and carriage of woman in her Sos
She had come to Paris from Foxboro TO attend
the local high school. She had remained after
graduation to take charge of q local boarding
house.
uncle Joseph Fodder, town hveryman and
philosopher, learned of the engagement from
Judge Amos Farmer. The two cronies had
paused to chat before the bank, where SeaVers
worked.
a.e,lad hear it." declared Uncle Joe. Dots
hoed a hard row since she lost her folks. She
deserves some flrst-rate Teller t. make her
happy. what's worryin me, Is Seavers good
enough fr Dot?"
"Remains to be seem" the Judge said. CURLY.
.Seems funny that Jerem Cogswen, shrewd as
he is. would turn loose such a howlin' social
success behind the wicket Of his bank. But
s'pose the boys bonded and can't do much
mischief"
1T reckon DOTH steady him"
winter passed. Spring came and Dots face
took on a look Of happiness and serenity that
visits woman but once in her life.
Then, one golden afternoon In July, Sat-
urday afternoon, young seavers entered the
livery yard. -.
DOT sure must like buggy ridin'," the hostier
vad 0f Morgan
mares. 'Its tn third rig you've had this
week"
what? Oh, yes-sure she likes It"
INCIE JOE, however, had not missed the
swift flush that mounted from the bank
clerks collar HE amt takin' Dotf' the old
man cried blankly, watching the mare clop
out through the alley eff he's got some other
female on tn string I'd like t. break his neckr
The revelation seemed to crash something
about the hostlers head. Half an hour he
brooded over the possibility Of rupture in
Dorothys happiness. Then he started up East
Main street.
A huge, white house opposite the Paris
Savings Bank & Trust Co. displayed the
sign:
ROOMS AND BOARD
BY THE DAY, WEEK, OR MONTH
MRS. DEXTER MASON
In the deep, narrow side yard, beneath the
naples Uncle Joe saw a portly white-elad
lady in a golden oak rocker.
'1Howdy, Joe Fodder" she greeted him.
~Come in and sit a spell"
The troubled hostler famed his bearded
face in thought. dot an Seavers have q
bust-up?" he asked
mot as I know Of"
"Has she gone buggy ridin with Bert?"
"She amt been buggy ridin' with Bert to
my knowledge since some time In May.
EhIsh! Here she comes"
A girl in a white frock and large, doppy
sun hat came through the yard. She greeted
Uncle Joe and pulled of her hat The old
man couehed.
seen Bert t'day Dot?" he asked.
The girl shook her head. I'VE were going
over to Lake Hathaway for q boat ride this
afternoon, but he phoned me he might have
to work" The girl turned her gaze uncon-
sciously toward the bank over the way.
dot, amt 1t occurred t. you nnebbe you're
tAkin' chances, hoOkin' up with q Teller you
know 30 little 'bout?" 59
The girls face paled slightly. what II
there about Bert don't know?".
wal, we hate t. see you get tn short end
Of 1t. But Bert amt treatin' you square. He's
been hirin' rigs OF me every Saturday after
noon this Spring an sometimes evenin's.
Have you been buggy ridin' with him every
Saturday this SPRING." !, ,-s..l5.s4
I'm not saying haven't" Dorothy YetOrted.
/, You don't need r. defend him ttlats swagBs
Dot. He. got his tl1lea rio ssalib wss1kAa@ hans
hah-hour' ases". s..sees ~ @rs-.ss ssa-sssSa