The Camden chronicle. (Camden, S.C.) 1888-1981, December 15, 1911, Image 11
Rover's
Match-Making
By FLORENCE McALLYN
"I never could understand, Deborah,
what you ever saw In that homely
black dog to make a fuia over," re
marked Mrs. Hryce scornfully, as she
examined with severely critical
glances a rough-coated little terrier of
uncertain pedigree.
, "Wall. hoala't much to look Mr"
admitted Miss Lincoln, "but there's a
power of comfort In llover. It's awful
lonesomo In a house where there's
nothing but one woman and a shadow
for company."
The visitor seated herself In a cane
rocker and expressed her sentiments
on the subject by a contemptuous
sniff, while Rover's mistress, whose
rosy cheeks and bright brown eyes
bespoke the cheerful spirit within
her, apologetically smoothed the folds
In her blue and whljte gingham apron,
and puckered her lips, as she had a
habit of doing, when things perplexed
her.
"You've always had a fancy for
homely things," continued Mrs. Bryce.
"I never shall forget the time I came
over here to ask hoy^your mother
was, and you and her bcfth Bat on the
bed together, crying over that old
yellow cat My lands! I can see It
now as It lay dead on the floor."
"I know," murmured Deborah,
"mother thought a heap of Mary El
len. She was a dreadful smart
"Then there was old Billy," per
sisted Mrs. Bryce. "Just look how
you fussed over that horse, time he
took sick. Afcd homely wasn't a
strong enough name for htm. A knock
kneed, raw-boned old creature."
"Poor old Billy 1" sighed Deborah.
. "He'd been as faithful as any Chris
tian in his work. Pulled father and
mother to and from meeting, rain or
?now; plowed and helped reap. No
wonder I felt sorry for him. He knew^
more than a lot of humans." "
Mrs. Bryce pushed back, 'with a
quick, Impatient jerk, her big shade
hat, in which red and yellow corn
popples struggled for the mastery.
Argument was to her like a fire spark
to powder. ?'
"The worst of all was that Hank
Andrews," she cried. "When f* re
member what a pretty girl you were
In your ways and think of him so ugly
$nd with sandy half. It's a good thing
.you aid him quarreled, Deborah, and
? broke H off. You're saved a heap of
?trouble. He's come back here now
Vahd I never saw a more miserable old
*oaa than he Is this minute. You may
<e thankful the burden of tending to
him 1b off your hands."
Deborah said nothing for a few mo
meets. Then she turned the conver
sation adroitly Into other channels.
, "How' 'J Johnny's sore throatf" she In
quired. sympathetically.
Like . a river whose waters have
been guided Into another course, the
torrent of Mra. Bryce's eloquence
now flowed blanjlly Into the welcome
topic of Johnny's ailments. She In
formed Deborah, with coneclentlous
minuteness of detail, how and under
what circumstances her youngest boy
was liable to attacks from cold, and
in what respeot he differed from
Amy, whose specialty waa recurrent
fits of cramp.
Deborah listened attentively to the
recital of the Ills of the Bryoe family
and sighed in sympathy at Intervals.
This course of treatment had Its ef
fect, and by the time Mrs. Bryoe arose
to go, she had talked herself Into a
good humor and actually patted Rover
on the head.
"You're real good, Deborah," she
remarked, "and I guess like enough
I riled you about that dog. My
tongue's a bit sharp at times."
/ The little brown-ey*ed woman leaned
over to stroke Rover with a loving
hand and her voice was full of tender
cadence as she replied:
"*un, nis reelings aint hurt, or mine,
either. Rover knows as well as I do
that we needn't look for compliments
at our age. What ? you going, Mar
tha? Well, now, If you want some
more of that cough mixture for John
ny, sent right over any time; you're
more than welcome.**
Miss Deborah stood on the front
porch watching the fast disappearing
figure of her visitor as she made her
way along the main road toward the
village. She paused for a few mo
ments drinking In the sweetness of
the summer flowers not knowing that
In her own heart there bloomed a
fairer flower? the flower of love.
. Soon she entered the cheery little
kitchen and began to prepare her
modest supper. Rover followed close
at the heels of hts mistress every step
she took.
"Poor Hank I M murmured Deborah.
**1 guess he Is miserable; getting too
old. It's awful lonesome for him.
twenty years ago, and yet It don't
seem that long slnoe he used to give
me pink roses every Saturday night.
Onoe I gave him a lock of my hair.
I Wonder what he's done with It"
Timidly, as If ashamed* Deborah
turned to an old-fashioned mahogany
desk that stood In one oorlier of the
room, and, opening *n upper drawer,
drew from It * little green pasteboard
box tn whlchj half hidden by faded
leaves, lay two withered roses.
"I Just wonder If he's angry at me
Still?" she mused, replacing the lid
, and returning the box to Its hiding
i folaoe. "We're both of us well on In
years and I'd hate to die without
ll ljMiliH one word of kindness from
?Ma. if I thought I could dare ? " she
ywsed midway beiwes u the store ?sd
table, teapot Id band? her face shone
with the brigbtneee of a new re
solve.
"If X 040 find the oourege," she Mid
aloud and firmly, **111 do It. I'll smile
wben he's pterin* by. Maybe 111 bold
out my bend, too."
? ebarp, sudden berk vibrated
through the room. Supper wee late
and Rover** patience waa exhausted.
"My goodnees," exclaimed Deborah,
observing the dog's ereot ears, "I
don't know bow long you've been
listening orkwhat you heard, but any
how, I'm sure of one Urfng. You wonT
tell Martha Bryee."
The sun shone warmly the next day
aa Deborah busied herself among the
flowers In her garden. She was un
oonaoloua that coming along the road
at-* fefariy rapid gait waa an otderiy
man carrying a much-used gray um
brella aa a defense against the beat
of the solar rays. ' In the shadow of
the lilac trees, near Deborab'a wicket
gate, sat Rover. At the sound of the
man's shuffling footsteps be looked up
and barked sharply."
"It's Deborah's dog," muttered the
man standing behind a maple tree and
regarding the top of that lady's sun
bonnet, as 1{ bobbed up and down
among the rose bushes, with eager
eyes. Another bark from the sentinel
at the gate caused his Smlstress to
raise her head. In doing so she caught
sight of Hank Andrews, and he paused
behind a tree, then, looking ashamed,
walked slowly away.
A large bunch of pink roses fell to
th* grass from Deborah's trembling
flngere, and a vivid blush warmed her
cheeka under the sunbonnet.
"If I bad only seen him coming,"
was her regretful thought, "but now
it's too late," and ber eyes, tear
dimmed, followed the retreating fig
ure.
"Why, what in the world alls Ro
ver T" ehe exclaimed the next minute
as the dog, with a playfulness vrhich
properly , belonged to puppyhood,
seised several roses in his mouth and,
shaking his long ears Joyfully, dashed
through the fence and up the road.
"Good dog," muttered Hank, "good
dog!" A smile which had vanished
from his lips in the daya of his youth
returned again. <,
"Hankt*' came in soft accenta from
the rose garden. "Hank!"
He stood up, Suddenly became
straight and tall, and let the old um>
Doming Along the Road Wu an El*
derly Man.
brella slip from his grasp. Then, at
he saw the face beaming at him un
der the shadow of the green sunbon
net and the pleading look In Debo
rah's brown eyes, he hesitated no
longer. Picking up Ills umbrella, h<
retraced his steps and, pushing opes
the wicket gate, entered what to him
Was Paradise.
1 never got such a surprise," said
Mrs. Martha Bryoe to her next dooi
neighbor, "as when I heard Deborat
and Hack was going to be married,
'And no one knows for the life ol
them how she and htm managed tc
make up after all those years. I asked
Deborah and she Just laughed and
said that Rover was the only one that
taew the secret."
Manufacturing Rellos.
Wherever the trade In relics and <n
rioeltiee is brisk the old legal maxim
Caveat emptor (Let the buy tak<
heed), Is appropriate. Not all dealen
hi such ware are scrupulous. Sayi
a writer In the Youngs town Tel*
gram.
While in Chattanooga a few weeks
ago a local man noticed an old ool
ored man who carried his right arm
in a sling.
"What is the matter, uncle T" b?
asked. "Is your arm broken T"
"No, sah," grinned the old man
It's Jee' gun-sore." >,
"Been hunting?"
"Wo, sah. Ah been ebotln' trees."
"Oh, I see; target-practise."
"No, sah-"
"Then youll have to elucidate."
"Well, sah, It's like dls," the old
flian explained. "We goes out Into
de woods an' shots bullets Into ds
trees. After a while de trees grows
round de bullets a little bit, den we
cuts dem dosrn to seU to people fum
de Norf as rsllos ob de Battle ol
lookout Mountain." mMkBSl*
Surpassing Ordeal.
"1 have been trying to umpire *
game of' baseball." said one sctmmei
boarder. . . v ' & it \j9jR . .
"That's easy," said the other. "Tbej
persuaded me to decide a disputed
point In > game of cfroQool.'*" :
? v.
v?, ': r- * *-Jp, ~l i v??:l i -, IVfy
She Was
Jim's Siilei
"What are you star lug atr* asked
Jim.
"At that stunning girl over there,"
replied Lawrenoe.
"Not that brunette with a l)gure
like an hour glass. She'a some ohorua
hujy"
"Ho, the slender blonde with her
back towards you, standing in the
entrance to the oa?e- Sbe doeen't
look coarse to roe."
"How can you admire anyone who
affects tboae new-fangled extreme
fashions T" questioned Jim.
"I'd sure like to meet ber. ? By the
way, old cbap, I thought you Intepdod
Introducing me to your sister."
"If you . admire that girl, sis
wouldn't Interest you. None of those';
tube-like skirts, fly-away bate and
vivid showy colors for her. If my sis
ter would bo gowned like your fair
friend I'd tell her a thtng or two."
"Does your sister allow you to dlo
tate to her?" aaked Lawrence, faat
losing bis desire to meet the girl.
"Ob, I give her brotherly advice oo<
oaaloAally. She's all a twitter Just
now. A crowd of girls are learning
to build their own dresses in a school.
I've offered her Aire dollars the first
time she wears k home-made crea
tion."
"Turn around," exclaimed Law
renoe. 'That girl Is trying to flirt
"1M 8ur* Llk# U> Mo?t H?r."
with us. She Just amlled the most
adorable smile." .
"He who flirts atxj runs away, Uvea
to flirt another day.* suggested Jim In
a. blase ton*.
"Why, ? she'i oomhig toward us.
Must hare made % hit with her. I've
read oceans about tore at first' sight,
but this Is the flxet time the wares
have struck me."
Jim was so bored by his friend's
conversation that be didn't lift his
eyes from the plaSe until a voice near
him said: .
"Jim, cant you make room for us
at your table? AM the others are
tttfcen."
"Surely," be said rising. "This Is
my friend Lawrenoe ftanoocfc; my sis
ter, Florence."
"Tour sister," Osetatmed Lawrenoe
In astonishment "Miss Allen? Why,
your brother Jim Was just talking
about you, but soQMbow he failed to
recognise you from ? distance."
"It's a wise brother who reoognlses
his sister when She wears a new
dress and hat w hKA she made her
self," laughed, FhJToDoe. "What do
you think of my &SD1*
"Tou're as sharp ts a needle," said
Lawrence admirfngty.
"It* b fierce, abominable and hide
ous," broke In Jim. Tlorenoe, for ev
ery frock that you doat make Fll give
you five dollars. Jt> so tight It looks
as though It had. Won made out of
remnants, and a <*rw would run a
mile If she saw thai oerlse hat com
ing along."
"Qee. but Jim's # brute," thought
Lawrence. "I only hope that some
day I will have the privilege of pay
ing tor her frocks,* he said aloud.
"I presume your brother's word is
law with you. Miss Allen."
"Indeed not," she answered airily.
"I believe in woman's rights and its
every woman's right to do just as she
pleases; anyway brother's opinions
about dress dont oount
"You look all right to me. May K
call on you tomorrow erening?**
"Do oome," answered Florenoe cor
dially.
"Thank too," responded Lawrence.
After calling on 9%ot renoe tor aboat
a month she gave him the ho*>e ne
desired, that in the near futufe be
oould pay for her gotta*.
Cork Leg Nearly Drowned Him.
William Oreon*s oork leg nearly
caused his death recently at Wynn,
Mass. He got beyond his depth while
bathing, awLbls artificial let wae so
buoyant that his tool. Vint up in the
air and his head Was forced under
water. Happily, bs was saved by a
college girl, who wm out bathing with
a companion. She managed to get
hold of Green? by the hair and held
his hsed oat o< water, while her ee
oor* rowed to
FORTUNE IN RARE COINS
rm ? picking lor Watchful C.hl.r. In
fttorM, Bsrtendora and Street
Car Conductor#.
Cashiers In stores and restaurants,
tick?t agents at theatart and railroad
stations, bartenders and conductors
on cars are in a fair position to be
ooma collectors of rare colns^ as they
handle every kind of money piece
from foreign coins to old-time moMj
of tbe United Stataa. A saloonkeeper
In Harlem declares ha baa made *
small fortune during tbe last few
years by Bsvlog tbe rare coins tbat
are taken over tbe bar.
"I bave a tin box filled with rare
United States p feces." he relatedf
"and I could have a collection of for
eign coins If I so deslrod. You would
be surprised to see bow anxious some
men are to get a drink at tbe expense
of spending a rare old coin for Its
face value. Silver and paper currency
tbat pay a good premium are glvon to
my bartenders for face value. I have
often noticed a reluctance on tbe part
of tho bolder before parting with tbe
coin. He will give a last look at the
money and then place It on tho bur
for tbe refreshing beverago. Ouo man
told me that a coin bad been in tho
the family for nearly a century. He
wanted only one drink and waa afraid
I would not take the coin because of
Its age. I gave him tbe drink and
ch&ngo for tbe piece at its face value,
and be was overjoyed."
PUT ON MOURNER'S BENCH
Little Dorothy Explains Break In De
votional Exercises for Mar
Family of Dolls.
Little Dorothy la the daughter of a
mlnlater. She has a family of fifteen
dolls, one of them being a parson^
Dorothy 1b devoted to her treasured.
For a long time ahe held religious
service for them, but suddenly the
services were discontinued, only to be
M unexpectedly resumed.
"Why did you atop the aervlces,
Dorothy f she was asked.
"Oh, the dolls decided not to bave
them any more."
"But why were they started again?"
?They all voted that way, that Is ? "
Dorothy hesitated, but she added,
regretfully, "All except the clown and
the Teddy bear."
They were regarded as Incorrigible
by the minister's small daughter. Next
day at the services they were seated
Immediately In front of tho doll
preacher, the other dolla occupying
lees prominent places.
"Why are tho clown and the Teddy1
bear sitting bo far forward?" In
Quired Dorothy's father.
"Oh," was the reply, "I thought they
most needed to hear tho Bormon."
Impossible Road.
Chauncey M. Depew frequently dep
recates the comparlBons that are
drawn between American and Euro
pean railways.
"These comparisons are unfair to
us," he once said at a banquet In New
York. "When X'w^toid trow very aire
the European railway 1b I think of the
Nola Chudky line.
"The president of the Nola Chuoky
line once waited on me to request an
exchange of courtesies. I Interrogated
him, and he said proudly:
" 'On our line, sir, not only haa a
collision never occurred, but on our
line a collision would be Impossible.'
"'Impossible?' said I. 'Oh, come, I
know that the latest automatic safety
devices are excellent things, but Im
possible Is a large word.'
" 'It's literally true with ua, sir,' he
replied.
" 'How can it be 7* eald L
'"Why,* said he, 'we own only one
train.' "
Taxing Bachelor*.
One of the smallest of the German
principalities Is undertaking a very
big experiment in financial legislation.
The diet of the elder of the two prin
cipalities of Reuse, which lie In oen
tral Germany, to the southeast of the I
rhuringlan states, carried recently a
resolution In favor of Increasing the
state income tax by 6 per oent. of the
tax on Incomes between ?160 and
?800, and by 10 per cent, of the tax
on incomes exoeedlng ?800 a year In
the case of unmarried persons of eith
er sex who have reached their thir
tieth year. The diet constat* of twelve
members, and the resolution was car
ried by seven votes against five. The
super-taxation of bachelors has often
been proposed in other German at* tee,
and was Jocularly referred to aa a pos
sible form of imperial taxation by the
Emperor William.
Dark Problem.
There are those who are dreadfully
Intolerant of Ignorance about New
York. The other day, for inatanoe, a
lady, obviously from many hundred
miles away, boarded a Broadway oar
st Times square.
*<Ooee this car go to Third avenue T~
kiir ?>?? ? X
' A U90k evutw-tfed of equal parts of
pity, rage and disgust spread over
the conductor's faoe.
"Will you please tell me, lady, bow
this oar oould get onto Third ave
nue?** be asked ooldly, aa soon as he
oould enunciate.
BUI the Philosopher.
Wise remark, by Bill, the Philosoph
er:
"There's one good thing about It
Anybody who talks about himself all
the ttmm hasn't Uaae to be a knock
sr."*
Know any of il ian Francisco
T eeth W ere
Artificial
By Peggy Powen
"Jack, dour, be sure to come home
early," said young Mri, Clark.
"Why, Kate, what'# up?"
"Have you forgotten tho Mortons
and Healya m.. coming for dinner Vf
"Ilelleve me, I won't forget It
again. I'll b? In time to change my
collar. Oood-byl Hope your flrat
dinner will be a howllun Bucceaa.
Mra. Clark waa busy arranging the
(lowers for the table when her beat
friend called for a few mlnutea' chut.
"You're the cutest llttlo housokoep
ert" exclaimed Lillian. "How happy
you muat be In thla darling bunga
low 1 "
"I'd be supremely happy except for
one thing. If I tell you, promise on
your honor youH nover repeat It to
a soul."
"I'll be as mum as a sufety deposit
vault," Vejolned Lillian. "Whaf ? thla
awful mysteryt" '
"All my front teoth were knocked
out In a frightful automobile accident
when I was a school girl," began Mrs.
Clark.
"That's ancient history now," inter
rupted Lillian.
"Not to Jack, however. He haan't
the least conception that mine are
artificial."
"He married you for better or worae
and he's bettor off than having to pay
dentist bllla."
"Why doht you tell hlmr
"Impossible! Jack was absolutely
shocked when he discovered tpy
"Do You Doubt My VeraoJty, Kate?"
switch and false puffs, and Bcandai
lzed the first time he noticed my pink
powder bo*. He abhors anything
false. Horrors 1 Whenever he men
tions my pearly white teeth I fell like
an escaped oonvlct."
"Don't fret over imaginary troub
les," said Lillian, as she left. Cheer
up, girlie! Your husband wont care.w
' The guests oame, but no Jack.
"Jack Is famous for his forgetting,**
commented Mr. Morton as they sat
down to "a oold dinner.
"Indeed, he's never been late to din
ner before," protested his wife. "Di
ther something Important, detained
him, or be missed the suburban train.** j
As the last course sorvod Jack
appears with profuse apologies. J
"Beastly sorry to be so late! Ooukl
not reach you by 'phone; missed my
train, had to wait an eternity for the
next one." j
"Jack," Kate said after the guests
departed. "Why weren't yon home on
time? That dinner was one dismal,
dreadful failure."
"Don't be a human interrogation1
point. I*ve explained nearly a hun
dred times already. Do you doubt my
veracity, Katef"
"Was that pretty stenographer in
the office late, too?"
"How dare you make soch a re
mark t"
"So this Is our first Quarrel?"
"Stop your weeping. If you most
know, t broke my plate."
"Your plate? What are you talk
ing about?''
"It's a wonder I knew after. all thie
excitement My teeth are false ones,
and I had to wait at the dentist's un
til the plate was mended. Art you
satisfied now?"
"1 am overjoyed, sweetheart," ex
claimed Kate.
' "What do you mean?"
"Only that you can't be eo appalled
now, when I tell you my teeth were
knocked out in" an auto aooldent and
are also artificial," oonfeeeed Kate,
much relieved.
. "phi I knew about yours all the
time," said Jack. "X saw them In a
glass one morning."
To CowHfvt India's RalnleH.
A grtei scheme ,was proposed at
Bombay recently, by which it is pro
possd to utilise India's hog* rainfall
for the purpose of providing electric
power for industrial purpoeee to the
Bombay section of Western India. Dor
Ins the monsoon season, there la a
rainfall on the wast ooaat averaging
176 inobss at Lanoul, and itartMinas
greatly exoeeding this figure. Three
lakes or leeei toirs are to be formed.
One at Lanoul will be large enough to
hold sufficient water during the long
est breaks In the.moaeoon eeaeon, and
the Walwhan Lake, oororhig SU
square miles is to serve for the te
malnder of the year and win hawe a
capacity of M0&000.000 eubto feet.
The generating station is to be at
KhopoU. too fsst above the see as* #?
MtlAA fWvM
irom ootnimy.
"
T rustful
Apolonia
. If old Jededlah Hay master bad real
I y bitten all the tenpenny noils la
two that people Invariably mentioned
when called upon bo deacrlbe his char
acteristics and abilities, be would
have accumulated quite u little scrap
Irou heap by the time be wu sixty
flvii. jLb it was. what ba had accu
mulated was the awed dislike of bl?
townsmen and a collection of stocks,
bonds and mortgagee that would sink
a ship.
Jod Huymaster could make money
wltb bis eyes abut and one band tied
behind him. Make It be did, wltb no
quarter for the Innocent bystander.
Having all these years of practice
behind him, It was easy for him to In
dite the letter to Mrs. Daw. Apolonia
Daw had eorao to town a fow year*
before a* the bride of Henry Daw, who
bad died shortly after, His young
widow had continued to reside In the
pretty oottage Daw built for her, her
small Income sufficing for her quiet
neods.
Most of this lncbme came In the
shape of dividends from her stock In
the Haymaster engine works. This
stock her husband had purchased
cheap when oM Jodedlah bad started
this, the tenth of his big enterprises.
Jededlah disliked women mixed up
iu hie business affairs and entitled to
participate In the annual meetings of
stockholders ? and, besides, there wag
soon to bo a large extra dividend.
Whoever held Mrs. Daw's stock, at
that happy time naturally would get
the fat dividend upon It. t
Therefore Jededlah wrote her that
It had occurred to him that she might
like to . Invest her money in govern
ment bonds or something else solid
and trustworthy Instead of having it
in engine stock, which, while good,
might he seriously affected by some
unexpected disaster. He would, in the
generosity of his heart, take her stock
off her bands, now that the dangers
of possessing it had been made clear
to her, and he remained hers respect
fully. i
niiviiuuin jjivw wrote oacK on paper
faintly scented with violets. She said
she certainly appreciated his deep in*
tercet In her affaire, becauso she had
found very little genuine kindness in
a buslnoBB way since she had been
left alone. It tA&ched her greatly.
But the fact that he was at the bead
of the engine works gave her such a
sense of security that sho had never
worried a bit about her stock. The
Hay master engine works was Just aa
solid as the Bank of England to her
with his keen Judgment and strong
hand at the helm. So, thanking him
again, she remained his most grate*
fully.
Jededlah read this with his face
screwed bp M l tlaht knot.. ~The
woman's more of fool than* most of
'em!** he said as he dipped his pen
In ink. M8he hasn't sense enough to
get scared!"
This time he wrote that her trust
in him was, indeed, flattering, but that
he was only a weak, human man who
did not claim infallible Judgment and
be oould not bear to have lt upon his
consclenoe if she should suffer flnaxv
daily through him. Of course tho
engine works were as solid as any,
but he begged to point out to her that
Industrial stocks fluctuated unexpect*
edly sometimes. They were delicate.
He considered it his duty to look out
for bet. So great was his concern
that he would offer her $6 a share
above pair value.
Apolonia answered that she wished
there were more men like Mr. Hay
master in this hard world. Thin#*
would take on a far different aspect
then. She said there were tears In
her eyes as she wrote and that she
would be leee than a woman if she felt
the slightest Quiver of doubt in the
engine works under his guidance^
while, if she descended to the depth*
of soiling her stock, she would really
be an object of oontempt No, she
assured him, she never would be un
grateful or foolish eriough to think
she could better herself by getting rid
of her engine stock. Again she wis
his most gratefully.
Jededlah gaxed at this epistle ho?
tilely and breathed hard. "Yet abei
oant be m all-fired smart, aa she
must be if she Isn't a foolf I
Bo be oalled on Mrs. Daw that eve
ning on the way home. Bb? fluttered
to Weloome him aa though ha war*
bar deoreet (Hand and claapad hla
hand warmly. Jededlah, really look
ing at her for the first time In hla life,
taw how vary pretty aha waa.
"I called," he ?ald, '"about that stock.
X don't aeam to hare made myeelf
clear In my letters. Ton worry ma,
Mr*. Daw, with your sublime woman*a
Ignoranoe of bnalneaa affaire." '
Apolonla leaned forward and looked
Jededlah fairly In the eyea. Dear
Mr. Haymaeter," ahe jpld, sweetly,
"I wouldn't have yon worry about me
for the world! And yon made jrour
aetf quite 'dear I 1 think it would hare
been brilliantly clear are n If 1 had
been aa ignorant ae yon thought mat
Too sea. I know an about that extra
dividend that tr coming, rm going
to marry your ton and ha told ma
that dividend hum time
But I appreciate 3W intereatf
Jededlah Haymaeter, $ Then
ha suddenly held out
lagf^ou.^rln,^ he
forte too