Glacier County chief. [volume] (Browning, Mont.) 1931-1940, 1939-01-13

roy's lonely Adam-furnished room had
become home! Its table was bright
with silver, cutglass, smiling faces of
an old lady, girl and young man
who had become, with equal sudden
ness, family.
ITO think" exclaimed Mrs. Pome-
roy. carving. plump Surrey fowl with
old-world skill, that, but for Peter
introduction we might never have met
each other. I'd never seen Mr.. Ginger,
even though we were under the same
roof. I'd only seen Miss Mollie"
I'D seen her. twinkled Ginger.
the front door she was. thought then
what little peach in this mausoleum
grew"
Mollie blushed pinker than her
frock.
Ginger added, Didn't you hear me
say. good EVENING""
II Gid, but"
You put up a great performance as
Silent Sylvia the deaf mute!"
memory" In emulation of this top
note, party spirit rose.
The trio ate like hunters, for none
Of them had bothered about any mid
day meal. They drank toasts They
pulled crackers. they read aloud mot
toes and laughed like children and
turned on the radio and turned it off
again so that they could talk, and
the friendly fun was unchecked even
by the more daring comments of Peter
the Irrepressible.
IF my Peter had gone, as I feared"
admitted Mrs. Pomeroy with a mist
over the Christmas sparkle in her eyes,
1T would have meant that there was
nobody"
("Silly old fool-"D
Nobody left alive who used my
Christian name"
Aunt Amelia! Well be proud to call
you that. won't we Mollie?"
Mollie Minton smiled out of a
dream -.
oh, dream too sweet too good
to have come true! For after the ex-
batman had cleared away all but the
had departed richer by an excellent
meal and pound note, Mollie heard
her fellow guest talking to their hos
tess of his girl (His girl Oh,
but wasn't she lucky.
IAN English girl-met her over in
Canada on trip last summer Gym
thia, her name was. We played tennis,
we danced evenings, and we got our
selves semi-engaged."
MOllle looked up and away.
I'VE wrote" Ginger told the old lady
with glance toward the young one)
land we fixed up to meet and get
married in this country at Christmas.
My cousin, Ted Mac Allister. said he'd
lend me his diggin's, though he'd be
away when I arrived.
soon as I turned up at Ted's, here.
three days ago, I naturally expected
that I'd find long-well, anyhow.
welcoming cable from Cynthia a.
Wouldn' you think so? Well, there
wasn't a line. auntie. The letter they
did fetch up for me next morning.
told me she'd changed her mind, had
married another fellow. and was off
to honeymoon in the south of France"
Mollie, with Ginger's bright. sherry
brown eyes upon her, murmurcd,
What a blow"
"I'l say it was, at the time! I guess
it's up to me, now, to write back to
Cynthia hoping she's had as good
a Christmas as have Before, was
too fed up to do a thing Didn't even
the key Meant to sit tight. on my
own, until the next boat for Halifax"
But what would your people have
said?"
"Auntie, there's only my grand
parents who live down at the old
Hall in Kent, and they knew nothing
about it. They've suspicioned that
there's girl in the offing Don't know
her name Don't even know I'm in this
country I hadn't written them since
last fall. I'm one of those fellows who
don't write
Most remiss of you" scolded Mrs.
Pomeroy, as she would have scolded
the grandson she never had. I'VE must
ring your people up at once to give
them this pleasant Christmas sur
prise"
IF you don't mind. no. Hold on, I
have to explain" Reddening, the big
young man laughed, put back his
handsome russell head and took a
plunge. You see, promised my gran
ME that next time came home I'd
well, bring along girl for her to
welcome. About time, they said.
Here was I, a go-ahead electrical
engineer, sound in mind and limb, and
in good job, able to settle down and
make a home for the right girl. Why
didn't set about finding her? I
promised I would. thought I had.
I'd limited as much in my last letter
to grannie. Think Of her and the old
man, when I turned up on my lone
some, and said, Sorry I have to dis
appoint you" Almighty disappointed
they'd be. But what else Is there for
q fellow to tell them2"
Mrs. Pomeroy registered distress that
this question was beyond her.