Norwich Bulletin Newspaper, October 19, 1921, Page 9

7 elemems outdid: were In parfect * harmeny - with the <% condittonz which prevatled withia. The waved dashed white- capped over the sea wall iv mountains of epray, the wind roared and lashed tis heavy rdin against the windows, whlle leaden-hued clonds gava nc seen fit to light your lamp at Hymen's bepa of sunshine for hours to come. altar without consulting your elders Mignon Murdock sat at the break- as to ways and means of providing the fast table swabbing har pretty eyes oil so necessary to replenish it, espe- with 4 very moist and futfle apology cially in these days of H. C. L., I have of a handkerchief, while her kusband come to thé conclusion, that in the of & week stood with his handz thrust terms of your modern slang, ‘It is up dseply ints hin pocket; his geod look- to your husband to provide that = boyish face sz troubled as the sea’ Byn Murdock must play the ma ‘waa gazing it out.of the cxpeusive keep the child he has taken I care and t ;,-31:.; w de, Byron?” ali the ady: 1 ve aceants from the of. I am willing to give you DuSc Point as a home this Sum unless it is might take two paying gues oil” and my and compcnsate her for [ a few tno I pever so help to pay off some of y b -« 1aed n:al the peopie would take moor debts. At the and of the season « " I th ou might enter busine: .~ 1z mad for a fow days iznon's voice becameo hopel & und and ‘Bless gled up in tears as sha fl Biggest surprise in away from her. “I didn't th wy Lfs. seems ke a ghastly night- Tom could ever be so cruel,” 0. What dees you wailed. Tozz ¢ Read again, sw “And Dad says it I am such an as boy came and sat down by his as to leave college, why I can-go ! I can't let you see his letter, darli non dabbed away a fresh gush ot it Is too profane; wife and gave her a protecting but T can make 2 Between gulping sobs: have both chewed the matter over and My Dear Children—-Since you have neither is willing to put up the dough reading out the fatal let- safe bet that your Uncle Tom and he : The Sun of Tomorrow to help us out!” The young husband wiped away the glistening tears and kissed his wife’s mouth into a more mal curve. We'll show them we can make a 2!” Mignon's eyves flashed determ- 11 go down and open up >oint and take in boarders; you belp, Byron. It’s a lovely place, 7, perhaps, but then people like it , and at least we can make enough oif our honeymoon expenses. have to work, dear, peel the potatoes and things. Anyway, an chow thosc two old forgetters t% and love that we can wriggle of the lap of luxury they have set her red lips firmly, and is backbone stiffen un- hirt,~ was resolved to sel potatoes and things” until the v 1 e, or longer if neces- ience bothered him as his dainty wife and ht of the mansion he had stolen her and the staff of servants that had been at her bidding; and Mignon, he looked at her handsome boy realized thet he would miss his carefree college life and the sup- © his ced ed at port of an adoring and wealthy fa- ther. Both realized , too, that even though they had “married in haste” their repentance would be hard work for them. DuBois Point was 10 miles from no- where in particular. An up-to-date Summer cottage on the lake, when one had servants to do the work; a good car, to drive a few miles to the near- est farm-house for milk and other necessary things, and znother 10 or more for fresh meat. An ideal place to stay for a week end with a party of friends, and an up-to-the-minute motor boat to take you to the surrounding beauty spets. Such things Mignon re- membered made DuBois Point livable. But DuBois Point had an entirely different aspect when Byron and she opened it with two boarders. After their hotel expenses were paid they bad no money to hire help. Byron supposed he would be expected to clean shoes, wait on table and help Mignon around the house. Neither of them, however, dreamed, in their im- aginings, the amount of work that two boarders, themselves and one small cottage could make in every 24 hours. The creation of the world seemed a simple feat compared with their day’s labor at DuBois Point. Then there Was the fear that the boarders might leave, they were paying so well, and the honeymoon bills looked as though they might be paid off if all went well. It was astonishing that they did mot leave; their beds were seldom ever made until sunset; the meals were never on time, and provided out of tin cans most of the time, and the cottage was in a general state of chaos. The young husband and wife honest- 1y tried to make the best of a bad situ- ation, not only for their:boarders, but in trying to help themselves. The boarders certainly must have had the patience of Job and the digestion of an ostrich, though they never com- plained and were always delightful company. Mr. Russell Radford was a very quiet, very neatly dressed man in the late 30s, and Mrs. Keel, a widow, was about the same age. Neither gave any ipformation about himself. It was hard to tell what station of life they belonged to. Apparently they were in- terested in each other, or the life at DuBois Point would not have satisfied them for three weeks at the high rate of board they were paying. Byron said it was robbery, and once nervously suggested to Mrs. Keel that they were not recelving their money’s worth, but she gently but with dignity said every- thing was as they expected. Doing the unusual always comes to a climax. It was a cool when the locusts sizzled around and the lake looked like a calm before a storm. Mignon, very white and tired, was frying steak over the gas stove and Byron, with hair as long as his poet namesake, and two days’ growth on his chin, was scraping new pota- toes, when in walked the two board- ers, looking wery cool in white gar- ments, and also out of place in the general muddle of unwashed dishes of the tiny kitchen, which in the old days Nakito, the little Japanese cook, kept immaculate. Mrs. Keel coughed gently, “Mr. and Mrs. Murdock, we wish to inform you that we are leaving you as boarders today; but your people wish us to stay on and take care of the cottage, s that you can both have a rest. To explain, Mrs. Murdock’s uncle will arrive to- morning, J you think you're tired of the Wast and us Basterners, and you're leaving us for the foggy S flecked her blue-black curls m her saucy little face, patted h gray sleeve and smiled up “You think ¥'m funny, don't you, sick for the apple trees.” to want to go? Why, it's the “I will not!” Molly laughed. “I e of a life time. I've always read want to find things different.” Then the palms and miles of roses she added without the least malice in And earthguakes and desert Sum- ent, too.” 2 * muttéred Leonard Ray, uneasi- “They are I've heard,” Len remarked briefly. “If you want the fun they” uncle’s got me that candy give you, and that’s all, I'm sorry, M e with the nice manager You needn't think you're going to fin¢ 't any reason why I shouldn't a man out there that likes you better And he’s even sent my fare both than I do. It can’t be done, girl. Nice * Molly went on as if Len hand’'t manager! Umph!” wn the cold water over her dream. “You funny boy! Molly I'm a reason why,” Len protested but she was thinking right har gers aren’t in , The next week Molly Saudcn =tax t- € m!w brown bungalow in the ed on the journey of her life, waving orchard is waiting, Molly. Your cheery good-bys to the family, but see- ting off is going to mean we can't ing longest under the cindery station ried before fall and—" roof the sober face of Leonard Ray as Y promised, Len. I always it still pleaded for her not to go. d to see something of the worid “He's a selfish old thing,” Molly told y. You said the bungalow herself, as she watched the dingy city w good investment.” roofs and then the soft green fields and | know what kind of an invest- white birches and:apple trees slip by. I méant, Moll,” Leonard told her. A tear stole down her pink cheeks and be we can go West to- landed on her white cotton gloves. “I'd some time. You'll find things like to know what I'm crying for. You'll get home- cause he gave me the preserved gi laughe@ nd out there. the world, “I want to find folks differ- the silk stockings maybe,” she d. Then, “It’s just like a mov- cture out the window. Only I'm moving instead of it. Isn't it grand!” By the third day the grandness had begun'to pall. The monotony of the wide prairie country, the hot stuffiness of the cars, and the loneliness pelted aunch little heart till she shed she hadn’t come. The poke to her talked too much es and lobster salads, and the he'd like to talk to looked mil- The dining car was the joli- ngest place-ever, and the lit- r plates swallowed so many ct abby bills that she finally ed away and munched nuts squir- fashion and sobfully. The nights were pretty bad, too. A moving ple- ture for a bed was not so thrilling, er all. she neared ponde ing about citi her journey’s end v Degan to grow actually fright- but she didn’t know why. She ee so far and it seemed as if the old Atlantic must be over yonder, 1 it never wa only more wide sweeps of land sun parched, brown, flat, so different from the hard, scary mountains that had been threatening to tumble down on the train, and so horribly different from the snugly lit- tle hills and apple trees at home. “I wanted it to be different,” Molly told herself bravely. “But I didn’t know it was going to be lonely differ- ent.” Uncle and Aunt met her at the sta- tion and hardly gave her a chance to get the awful sticky black washed off and a fresh blouse on before they took her to the candy store. “They’re short of help, and the manager, Norton Frost, is keeping the place open for vou. You've got to pitch right in,” sald Uncle. And Molly pitched in bravely, learn- ing candy, candy prices, candy smiles and sweltering in the new kind of heat that seemed to be wilting her to a fraz- zle. What a stuffy place the city was! And foggy; and then it never rained. Umbrellas were only needed for Mol- 1y’s tears nights after she went to bed , —funny tears; almost as if their own- er were homesick. packed! And wasn't the ci No extra room, like Len's morrow with Mr. Murdock, and they wish us to get the house in order “Who in the thunder are you . . . and what are you getting at?” Byror reared his slim form up to its full six feet. “We are sorry, but we were paid by your people to come here as boarders . to sea how you would make out. Will you forgive us? We have reported that you were the ‘gamest’ pair we have ever seen, and we are proud to work for both of you.” “And it was just a biuff, our people, being mad at us for getting married?" " exclaimed Byron. “Just a ‘bluff’ to see what you were really made of, sir,” said Mr. Radford with a slight bow. “And they are coming to see us to- morrow, Mignon, darling. 1 think they have realized we are not a couple of tame kittens . . . but I'm awfully sorry that our boarders had to suffer on our account. Will you forgive us and believe us that we will be the most considerate people you ever have got a meal for we have learned from experience, and your great pa- tience.” Byron Murdock gripped the man- servant’s hand, while Mignon wound her arms around Mrs. Keel's plump neck and kissed her. Later they were turned laughingly out of the disor- dered kitchen to rest up'for the grest reunion of the morrow. By Parke Whitney fields and meadows. But Norton Frost, manager, was nice and jolly and West- ern. There was that to be thankful for. The second week he asked Molly to go to the show with him. She went, and cried softly all through the big picture because it had soft pretty hills and farmers in it that reminded her— well, hills and all—of Leonard Ray, whose letter had just about broken her heart that morning, it had been so lonesome sounding. After that first evening, in spite of the tears, Norton took Molly about rather often to quaint restaurants and theaters and parks, with the palms and miles of roses, and to museums that had all the wondrous things Molly had ever dreamed about. So Molly Saunders ought to have been happy, especially since the handsome Norton told her occasionally that he liked her more and more; and it had always been the secret wish of Molly’s roman- tic little heart to marry a real live ‘Westerner. But, with all this, Molly missed something . She had the desert heat Len had warned her about; she had all the can- dy she could eat; the homey life at her aunt’s, besides the attention of Norton Frost. But with all this Molly’s throat got lumpier and Ilumpter, and she couldn’t tell for the life of her why. Then one evening out in City Park, like a story book exactly, the great Norton Frost asked little Molly to marry him, and he told her about the white bunga- low in the suburbs where they would live, with the oranges and figs and nec- tarines and tree-high rose bushes ia their back yard, and no earthquakes or thunder showers ever, and delicious, cool evenings, and— “It's what I've always dreamed about,” sighed Molly. All those things and a real son of the Golden West for a husband.” Norton laughed. “Then it's settled, little Molly, and we can be married in the fall?” Then suddenly Molly dashed away so fast that she stepped on the prick- liest cactus in the park. “You mustn't kiss me, ever, Mr. Frost,” she stammered. “You see— I—" Molly got on the other side of the S Harrison Van De Veer, now A Hal Jones, Texas rancher and good fellow all around, the dimi Jight of his den, he 1ift- * heavy' embossed stationery on scfawled a few lines and tter over and over. Clara, e in, wiping her hands in stolid money magnet fathe apron, and with one arm trious Harrison Van de Veer 5 neck, she, too, scanned the ard of finance, he muical Mttle smile marry a girl from 'hv mon a om he had oduced her to &r., the eldst s dizappr married e Hon- r i¥ing giance. i« how toitve 3 -d then, draw 3 frcd) § tedr mu 3 lfiXt‘\' years oz re nie. Ja¥silice Va# L live wa . =8 10 &s general roang A ‘!‘1 Ris fittla bride h he L.J‘. anywhere a ce babyiiood with his it uere,” us he n Van De Veer, Jr., n at a little by- xas and took the f Hal Jones, Clara was with d in hand. Within a week she de little draw curtains for the little hut and Hal n regularly each day I some varnish for the me tacks to hang the pic- oiicloti: for the lit- crved as kitchen, din- > all in cne. epeatedly to look for he one hundred dollars cap- ital which he h2d taken along with b wly bat surely dwindling pped from the on down in T windows of had goune to tow d got down to their last 3 notc Cl coucocted a in Ler mind wkile she was Iy- night late staring into only poverty clos- Ske would g0 to town and hire out as child’s nurse. They had both made a solemn promise to each other that they would never go back to Harrison Van De Veer, Sr., seeking help until they knew they were welcome, and it was months now since they had left, and not even a note from him. Now Clara had been a nurse and that profession she knew well.. In fact that was how she met Harrison Van De Veer, Jr, for she had been nursing in a French relief hospital tc which Harrison Van De Veer was brought in an emergency while on a business trip abroad. As Clara dismounted when they reached the town she was startled from her reverie by the sound of wild cries and everyone in the town seemed to bave gone mad. Hal jumped from the horse and having installed Clara safely behind the sugar barrels in the By Joella Johnson grocery store he too ran out and fol- lowed the crowd. It was the outbreak. The famous Mexican outbreak as the paper said, if one outbreak is any more famous than anotner. But here it was in full swing and help was needed on the American border. There was a skirmish, a battle and then Clara used her skill. She had always been an adept at making the bést of things 4and she proved her skill here. A hospital was erected in no time on the screened porch of the gro- cery store and sheets and bandages made and rolled from old muslin bor- rowed from the community. Clara had won her battle, the battle for a living. The . little skirmish had opened the way for a real future for both Hal and Clara or better known in the Northern gossip centers as Mr and Mrs. Harri- son Van De Veer, Jr. Clara had all the little things trans- ported to her hut, and there she estab- lished a permanent little shelter for the sick. She had investigated and found that the nearest hospital was miles away and many folks had died while waiting to be taken there. There was plenty of iliness down in this hot country, especially when the element was foreign. When they recetved their first check for services rendered the government, Hal set about fixing up the little shelter house and it really looked like an up-to-date city sanitari- um when he was through touching it up. Clara did the nursing. Hal did the washing, baking and cooking, while Dr. Morrison from town attended. With the money they took in as their share Hal invested in a little piece of land. Then he doubled it and tripled it, and with the proceeds derived from that they invested in machinery to draw ofl from the ground where Hal had discovered it one day. 24y havs aod giris, he ed the schnol Sally N spoke a that surrounded the yed Mttle giri of roses and kalr fell on her shouldors in gelden t 19 gchoo: thas carls arh om- te her new bBrown ~oat acd swp in frant of Sail * rod cap that b ut Johauva ! her for Ler hir'hdpy the day Tanl Bice, the youngest trus- tee of the schonl was going =nd sbs musi inok her very hest, - is the matter and the hnrry, oy Gear?” spoke Sallv’s mother, leok- Ing oves Der 4pectactes, aw Saliy rush- ea Ints the Kitzhen “ON; natbing much, mother, enly Horace has lnvit- 2¢ My 4 4 in faal horrid lookteg slangh 1 just bete oid-fashion glelghs e oli-fashinn yaople ar7whs,” aplut 2 1t o6 3 door, weli tectod from the Winter's cold by réd scar? sesevely wrapped arocnd his bead, s34 his fire looking sleigh, as he supposed. “Reddy, Sally,” shouted Horace in u hoaree volce; from tha sleigh, The drive to the little red school ssemed long o Sally, as her thoughts ware &l on seaing Paul Rice, the slelgh de, the lovely supper at N v Dlake's and not on the guestion tust Heraca had asked. Well—apd just then Sally, jumpite from the Hora cigh, forgot to even thank t he wes soon tucked In and home. “Where kave you been the last hour, shouted a voice from the we want to get started.” £ally was cold after her long drive d stood by the stove warming her little white hands, first looking at Paul, who stood nearby polishing his finger and thinking of the boy who had brought her safely there and gone. “Well, 1.don’'t care anyway,” she thought .to, herself, “I never did like old fashion people or never will.” Safe to say Horace was the object of her thoughts, and offender in com- parison with Paul, the highly polished gentleman, who stood by the stove “We must get started now, boys and girls.” Paul helped Sally on with her coat and assisted her to the sleigh and they were soon cuddled together in the cor- ner of the hay bottom sleigh talking and chatting. After the toas®s at Nancy's class supper the boys one by one told of some great adventure in their lives and Paul’s tales of his life of adven- tures held little Sally awestruck, while the others were amused. “The storm is growing worse, we must get started.” Paul calling Sally to one side whis- cactus. “I've dreamed about all these things, but they were sort of a night- mare, I guess. I'm homesick. I want Leonard Ray and the apple trees. We want to come here some time togeth- er, you see. I shouldn’t have let you take me places, because—all the time I've been imagining you were Len— and—" “I'm from Boston, anyway, Molly,” laughed Norton Frost easily. “You're not losing much of a Westerner. Might call on you some time when I'm East. Len Ray is an old friend of mine. He told me to keep an eye on you ané give you a good time; but he’s been missing you lately pretty bad, so 1 thought I'd better make you—see how you realiy felt about things.” Molly recovered from the amaszing deluge with remarkable calm, and in a ridiculousiy short time took the fast- , est cross-continent train to Leonari Ray and that brown bungalow in the apple orchard and the best littie town in the world. ey Ted—He's a queer chap. He says he likes to write verse. Ned—There's no accounting for tastes. I know fellows who claim they like to read it. S e o Bobbles—What does this author mean by saying that the hero had well- carved features? Dobbles—Perhaps he shaved himself. It had been 2 hard fight for both, but then they were wonderfully content in their accomplishment, and it was omly now they realized it in its full value As Harrison Van De Veer, Jr., picked up the note once again and held i closer to the shaded lamp on his rough twig-made table, he looked down at Clara with a twinkle in his eye and said: “Shall we go back, little girl, as father asks?” and Clara answered in 8 proud but gentle littie voice, “Yes, dear, if you will promise it will be only for a visit.” ey There is a freshness about the Ori- ental viewpoint of “English as she in spoke” that is positively refreshing. Here is a little sample from an Ori- ental paper with an English section: “The news of English we tell the latest. Writ in perfectly style and most earliest. Do a murder commit, we hear of and tell of. Do a mighty chief die, we publish it and in borders somber. Staff has each one been col- leged and write like the Kipling and the Dickens. We circle every towa and extortionate not for advertise- ments.” By Abner Anthony pered in her ear in a gentle voice, “we will go back in Mr. Blake’s new red slelgh, it will be much safer and be- sides. Sally, it looks a lot nicer.” They had only gone a short distance and they came to the turn in the road when the horse jumped, and Paul be- came angry and lashed the horse, the blinding drift of the new fallen snow and the angry iashes of Paul fright- ened the horse, the sleigh overturned, and poor Sally lay helpless by the side of,the road. “Hasn’t Sally come yet,” Horace ex- claimed as he walked into the cozy sit- ting room of Mrs. Hicks' home, “Jack end all the rest have arrived.” “It is a bad night and I think it right for me to follow the broken road to Nancy Blake’s,” Horace said in a deep voice. In & short time Mrs. Hicks had Hor- ace well supplied with coats and shawls, and started over the road to Nancy Blake's. “Git up Dobbin, we must meet Sal- ly,” Horace exclaimed to his faithful old white horse. The sleigh glided . Over the fleece-like snow and had only gone six miles when—My, what & ter- rible sight confronted Horace as he came to the turn in the road, there lay the girl of his dreams uncouscious in the snow. “Sally, Sally, can't you speak?” Aud picking her up in his arms, he placed x her gently beside him in the old-fash- ion sleigh. The cold sharp wind of the Winter's night brought Sally to consciousness and as she looked up into Horace's honest blue eyes she placed her tiny white arms around his neck and ex- claimed. “You are the true hero of my dreams.” SR e The Exact Terminology. r The proprietor of a grocery store chanced to glance out the plate-glass window and saw a small boy lingering around a barrel of apples exhibited on the sidewalk. “Hey, there, boy!" exclaimed the groceryman, going to the door, “What -are you doing?” “Nothing,” laconically answered the boy, with his eyes still fixed on the barrel. “Nothing, eh?’ doubtfully returned the man. “Aren't you trying to steal some of those apples?” “No, sir,” responded the jounghten “I'm trying mot to”