Hyder weekly herald., 1932-03-26

SS aAo OLASi Stia Aa.so GfSA stAS'a to solve a similar one. Which to mar ry-the poor, beloved young man or the rich young man whom she respect ed and liked and might, in time, come to love.
 There had come into her life two men. One, young Milton Arnold. son of the president of the local cotton mills.
 The other, Barry Mason, principal of the school where she taught. Milt would inherit thousands. Barry had an invalid mother dependent on him and principalships are seldom stepping stones to fortune.
 In burst ot confidence, she told her mother all about 1t. "They've both asked to marry me-" she confessed. "Bmt I don't knOw-I don't know"
 Her mother, watching Joan's lovely, downcast face, did not wonder that she was desired of two men.
 ''Joan." she said suddenly, why don't you spend your vacation with Aunt Carol? Go away from both these estimable young men and think things out for yourself"
 "Pm afraid" said Joan, that if do that, I'll surely want Milt. Just glimpse of that sort of life"
 "As you like" said her mother in- differently.
 In the end, Joan went to Boston. She was met at the station by her aunt's brown limousine and brown suited chauffeur. She was driven to the solemn -frOnted house in Back Bay; then shown to her room and told by a precise white-capped maid that her aunt would be home at five.
 At five promptly, Aunt Carol magnl- ficently furred and gowned, came hur- rying into the room and took Joan in her arms.
 Your mother wrote me-" she said arehly, that you've run away from two ardent admirers. And meanwhile, we must see that you have the finest tine."
 Not even Sally Arnold, Milt's deb utante sister. could have whirled through more gaiety than did Joan iE the following days.
 Dinners. dances, luncheons, shopping tours, opera-it was wonder if either Barry or Milt were ever spared 8 thought
 And yet, lying in the exqulsitely- draped four poster, loans thoughts nightly travelled home. This sort of life would be hers forever if she mar ried Mit. If she married Barry-well, Of course, 1t was absurd to think she would know abject poverty or anything remotely approaching it. What she would know would be doing her own household tasks. careful, economy, do- ing without this to obtain that, and, if there should be a family, a constant speculation as to where dentist bills, music lessons and college educations were coming from.
 Joan didn't see a great deal of her aunt. Once introduced to the beyy of young people that were daughters and sons of her aunt's friends, she was swept along without effort on her part on the surge of various social activ- ities.
 It was the last night of her stay that Aunt Carol came into her room as she was undressing before the cOzy little fire that burned in the grate.
 Have you settled that momentous question Of yours?" she asked with a smile.
 Joan shook her head.
 II take it for granted" went on her aunt, that both are fine young men, and that their incomes being equal Joan, do you love one of them?"
 A rosy flush sufflsed the sweet con tours of Joan's face. II think so," she confessed.
 Her aunt came over and laid hand heavy with shining rings on loans slender shoulder. Take the one you love, Joan. If it's the rich one-well and good. If the poor one-take him. Life brings hardships and disappoint- ments that only love will withstand. You see, I know" She paused, then went on gravely. "Pm going to tell you little secret, Joan. once had the same decision to make that you have. I loved poor young man and l married the rich one. I haven't been unhappy. but stepped in- to somebody else's life and have nev- CT had time to live my own. I'd swap my limousine, house and position in society for sweet young thing like and all the joys you are go- ing to bring your mother-a good son. in-Iaw, grandchildren and" she leaned down and kissed her pretty niece and departed.
 loans father met her at the station in the old ear that had to be cranked before it would go. Hope life with the plutocrats hasn't spoiled your taste for home, Joannie," he grlnned 'Between you and me, owe your Aunt Carol a lot. l was once quite