Will Maupin's weekly. (Lincoln, Neb.) 1911-1912, February 16, 1912, Image 8
GIFT OF THE GROOM By OLIVE ROBERTS BARTON (Copyright, lull, bjr Associated Literary Fxaas.; '' Kric Prescott stood at the window or his little real estate office In Ford port. He had opened It In the (all aud now it was spring. ' He looked at the landscape com placently well pleased with himselt for various reasons. In the first place, coming; from the south, he had shiv ered and shaken all the cold north ern winter; but the warm May weath er suited him. The freshness of everything, the little yellowish green leaves, the smell of the lilacs and the ongs of the birds made Fordport a.ore like home. ' Another reason for his felicity was the little office and the row or six nearly completed frame houses half a llock down the street. He could see, the latter from his window. The out 1 side work had been done before the rough weather and the inside during the winter months. Nothing remained to be done but the trimming, paving and one extra coat of paint on each. - Eric Prescott was engaged to be married to Rose Marshall, the belle of Fordport. When he had settled In the village eight months before Hose 'was engaged to marry Tom Lyle. - The minute he saw Rose, Eric made up his mind to have her. The fact .that she was engaged to Tom Lyle was nothing to him. ' Few girls would have been proof agalDSt the siege be Immediately laid to Rose's favor. His southern accent 'and excellent taste in clothes, which :set off his tall slender figure, made 'him favorite with all women. ' Eric showered gifts of candy, roses, books and music on Rose, who re! 'fused them all at first then accepted a few flowers reluctantly and finally, 'Overwhelmed with many attentions, Succumbed completely. Then she and ITom quarreled and that was exactly .what Eric wanted. They were soon engaged and Rose was seemingly hap py. She was the envy of all the Ford jport girls. The corner house In the row was to be hers when they were married. Eric gave her to understand that be fore she had accepted him. She joked iat home about loving the house aa 'much as she loved Eric. ' The house began to look different .from the others in the row. The ;poreh was extended around the ' side and made two feet wider than the .ether porches. Rose, busy with her trousseau, ap peared to be very happy and the wed ding was a, month away. She seldom saw Tom Lyle. He was spending most of his time now at the farm a half mile from the village. She con igratulated herself that she had es caped a life of .monotony in the coun try. Town life suited her. One day she met Tom driving two .strange men toward the farm. He seemed to be explaining something Ito them and merely nodded at Hose. 'She went home thoughtfully. He evi dently, was not unhappy. The day following this meeting with Rose, Tom hitched his little black mare to the runabout and drove over to see his chief councilor and confessor. Aunt Polly Goodwin. She Was taking a "nap" in her sitting room when Tom drove in at the gate. "What news, Tommy T Sit right down here. Now tell me la there much coal on the farm?" " "Yes, Aunt Polly, acres of It they ay. Congratulate me. I am a rich man." "Bless your heart, Tommy," said the old lady, wiping her eyes with the corner of her apron. "I am so glad, so glad for you." '"Thanks, Aunt Polly, but riches do me little good now," he returned a little bitterly. . The old lady looked at Tom keen ly. "If you don't mind me mention ing It. Tom, I have been doing a lit tle thinking lately, since you talked of finding coal. May I suggest a lit tle plan? You used to take my , advice." "Fire away, auntie, that's what 1 came for." ' "Well, It Is this way. I hate to see a fine girl like Rose Marshall throw herself away on that southern dude, and ruin her lire at the same time. Her heart Is In the right place, but her head has been turned by Pres cott' s attentions and his house. Now that you have some money " "Money!" he Interrupted impatlent . ly. "If you mean that Rose will mar ry me now that I am rich " "Hush, Tom!" she said softly. "Now listen to me. Rose Is not to, know a word about your good luck. 'Neither Vts anyone In town to know it for a little while. This is my plan." Tom left a half hour later thinking 'What a wonder Aunt Polly was and with a determined set to his lips bod ing good or 111 for someone. One day. a week or so before the iweddlng. Rose stopped In to- see ttrtc at his office. "I've come to ask about the window Mat In the dining-room. Eric," she ex plained after he had kissed her. "I do not want It varnished. Did yon tell Simmons?" 1 'Eric ' looked uncomfortable for a minute, then walked to the window and looked over at the house. - "Do you like the place so well. Rose?" ' "1 love it. Why?" "1 have just sold it." "You what?" f "Sold it." "That bouset Our house! Mine! Bold It!" "-Yea." . n.e .aiii. .Liu iiair. wane ami flmrlrg "'Please explain." He turned quickly. "I had too good an offer to refuse. A firm In the city offered me ten thousand for it and wanted an lmmeUate enswer. You were in Foxburg yesterday and 1 could not wait to ask you. So 1 wired 'Yes.' You didn't care so much as that tor the house, did you? We can put up another." She rose unsteadily, the tears start ing to her eyes. "I must think it all over, Eric. I am a little upset. Good by." Alone In her room. Hose began to think as she had not done for months. The sale of lbs house, his wedding gift to her, had gjven her a sudden jolt. But after all a bouse is only a house, her common sense kept telling her. She must do rothing Tor which she would be sorry. But tome thing was wrong with her. All her feeling for Eric seemed dead. Surely his ' thoughtlessness could not kill real love so easily. Rose sat and thought it all out. Then the realised for the first time that her feeling tor the southerner was not love at all. She cried herself to sleep that night bilking of Tom. "Oh, what have l done?'' she moaned. "I have spoiled his Tfe and mine, but 1 would rather live in a cave with him than in a pal ace with Eric." Id the morning she awoke clear headed and courageous. Before she dressed she wrote two notes, one to Eric breaking the engagement, and a very short one to Tom. merely asking him to come to see her as she had something to explain. Tom went to Rose's house. He had not been surprised to get the note. Rose, trying to look matter-of-fact and dignified, met him at the door. And Tom pretended not to notice her burning cheeks and eyes which threatened to run over. "I will just keep you a minute, Tom," she said simply, "but I wanted you to know something. It Is due you. You were' entirely in the right when we quarreled and I am very sorry. 1 was wrong and I want you to know it. And another thing " She stopped suddenly, then caught her breath and the color left her faoe. "I have broken my engagement to Mr. Prescott. I tnink you should be the first one to know it. I discovered quite accident ally that I did not love him. That la all, Tom," she said, rising and holding out her hand with a smile, "except that mother and I are going away to morrow for a month or two and I will say good-by. Do say I am forgiven. I would feel better about it, you know." Tom looked at her steadily, then took her little pink hand In his. Slow ly he reached for the other and got It "Rose!" Rose dropped her eyes and turned crimson again. "Rose, do you love me?" No answer. "Tell me. Do you love me?" "Yes, Tom," almost inaudibly. He gathered her in his arms and kissed her. . ,, - v. ; . "Dearest," he said a little later. "1, too, have something I - must get oil my mind. I thought I would beat Eric at his own game. 'All's fair In love and war,' he used to say, and so it Is." Rose looked startled. He went on. "Did Eric tell you he had sold the house?" "Yes." "Well I bought it. The farm has valuable coal on it. Rose, and I sold the rights. No one knows It, but 1 am rich now. I had an Idea you did not love Eric Prescott and I deter mined to try him, too. I got an uncle of mine to make an offer for the house to see if he would sell It. Pres cott sent the answer by wire in less than five minutes. Now am I for given, dear? The house is still yours, you know." Rose put her arms around his neck. "You are a dear, but I would rather live In the country," she said. QUICK WIT SAVED SITUATION French Audience, True to Natural Characteristic, Mollified by Poor Attempt at Joke. Mr. Harry Fragson tells a good story of an experience he bad while on a tour In France. It was about Christmas-time when he found himself at a small town where he was billed to sing while he played a grand piano. ' ' , In French a grand piano is a piano a queue, and when he appeared on the stage with the only thing avall abl.e a - cottage piano, the audience were fairly emphatic in their request to know where was the piano a queue. Mr. Fragson could see that unless something were done there would be trouble, and a bright Idea came to him. On the following evening, when he appeared on the stage, the loud mur murs were renewed, and the same question asked with. If nothing, more emphasis. Then Mr. Fragson walked to the front of the stage and Informed them that he was very sorry the small space would not admit of anything larger than a cottage piano. "Still." he Bald, "if you must have a piano a queue, you shall have it There Is the- piano," pointing to It "and here" as he produced a horse's tall "Is the queue!" Fortunately the jest was taken well, and a fiasco, perhaps even a riot, was avoided. , A 8uccea. Husband How was the woman's session? Wife Best time 1 ever bad. f was tee best dressed woman present. Ufa. JANE CARTER'S CONTRACT By HELEN ROSS (Copyright, xgix, by Associated Literary PressJ Jane Carter rushed up the stepi leading to the tiny apartment whicl she shared with two artist friends ai Impecunious as berself, and burst intc the living room. Her flushed face and sparkling eyes were pleasant to see . "Oh, girls," she cried, "I'm so sor ry to be late when it's my night t cook!" "Yes, you cruel creature, Tn starved," joked Miss Mason. . "Bui what is the excitement yoe're trying to keep from bubbling over?" The other occupant of the room. Miss Day, anticipating pleasant news closed her desk. "I'm too high in the clouds to frj potatoes, but hungry enough to eat them," cried Jane, "so come out with me and I'll treat to a real dinner." "My, but you're rash! YouH nol be able to buy new shoes this week," warned Miss Day. "Be merciful and tell the news!" Implored Miss Mason. Jane swept aside a number of pack ages and perched on the cleared spac of the table. "I can't believe my good fortune." she began a trifle unsteadily. "Just as I was going out for lunch a stran ger, all togged up in stunning motor ing costume, asked if I could direct him to Miss Jane Carter, the interior decorator. I hated him to see that shabby hole of a studio, but there was no - way out of it. He was awfully nice and didn't look around a bit. and said I was recommended highly as having excellent ideas and good taste. Isn't that lovely? He is the big banker, Daniel Lord, and wants his country home decorated. He took' me there in his motor this afternoon and the house is magnificent." ' "You deserve it, dear," exclaimed Miss Day. "I can't tell you how glad I am that luck is finally coming your way." v.. : "Really, girls, it will take months to do It as he wishes It done, and while we were out there he suggested one Innovation after the other, and is retaining me a great deal longer than necessary to oversee details. Before I left, he made me sign a contract as if I would balk half way!" "It's as Well to have all that set tled," commented the business-like Miss Mason. ? - "Is he young, old or Indifferent?" chimed In Miss Day. "Married?" ; "About thirty-eight and unmarried! Now 111 die If I don't get something to eat If you love me, come!" groan ed Jane, jumping off the table. - jc.; They left the apartment and start ed towards an Italian cafe, all takling at once. The ,,, sudden change v in Jane's fortunes .delighted the. older girls. Jane was to start water-color drawings of the rooms the following day for Mr. Lord's Inspection. - : When the drawings were delivered Mr. Lord returned them personally and declared himself delighted. in sisting upon paying a liberal retain ing fee. - "I hated to take that money," con fided Jane, blushing a rosy red at the recollection of her discussion with Mr. Lord. "Mr. Lord declared that It was only good business to accept it" ; "When your time Is taken for that length of time, you should be com pensated," declared Miss Day. ; "All the same, it , seems so mate rial," sighed Jane. -, - "You little dunce." scolded Miss Mason; "all the big decorators do it What have you to live on while 'this Contract Is on deck? It requires your exclusive attention and all other work must be dropped..' '':. As the decorating of the huge house progressed, Mr. Lord found it of such absorbing importance that - he fre quently called In the evenings to .dis cuss details. His great motor took Jane to any country houses of his friends which possessed unusual feat ures, and the great banker always found time to go along and satisfy his thirst for decorative knowledge. These spins through the gorgeously colored October country were fairy land to Jane. As they were (fre quently late returning to town, they dined at queer inns or picturesque farmhouses. Jane's frequent lateness seemed to pass unnoticed by ' her friends, and as her financial nffairs Improved, certain - luxuries, hitherto unknown, appeared In the apartment. "Isn't she the darling?" remarked Miss Day. "Just think of her trudg ing all the way to the market for per-, simmons because she knew I liked them. Most girls would be too much taken up with their own affairs "to think of others. She's wonderfully unselfish." , . v "Indeed she Is," agreed Miss Mar son. "Do you know I have an idea that she is very fond of Mr. Lord in a delightfully friendly way, so let's be careful not to spoil her innocent pleasure in his kindness and consider ation for her. She Is such a sensi tive little goose, and If she got the. Idea that his Interest Is more for her' than her work it would be a shock,"' "He cant help admiring her work," answered the loyal Miss Day. "Nelth--er can he help' admiring such an earnest little worker. Jane is too. sensible to .misunderstand his kind- She got up to answer the doorbell and returned carrying a long box. - "That's the third box of American Beauties this week," she observed.- . "I hope he doesat overdo It." be gan Miss Day. anxiously. "If " 1 . But Jane returned from the country at this juncture and the sentence was never completed. "It's just too wonderful!" sighed Jane. "I seem to be living In a dream. , "I hate to look around and see how little there Is to be done. Two more weeks and I'm through." "Maybe you'll get Mr. Lord's town house to do over," suggested Miss Mason, the practical. "No, Mr.. Lord means to sell that town house and ' live exclusively in the country. Personally, I can't un derstand why anybody should desire such an enormous mansion." "Very likely he means to announce his engagement," observed Miss Day, holding a sketch at arm's length and inspecting it critically. " Jane gave an odd, hysterical giggle and jumped up quickly. "Good night, girls. I'm going to bed." But on the threshold she turned. "Is there anything I can do for eith er of you?" she asked. "That was brutal of you!" exclaim ed Miss Mason, severely. "It was rather raw to say that and :I could bite out my tongue now," answered Miss Day, regretfully. "It's Hike Jane, too, to forgive a person the second after a nasty dig and of-! fer to do something for her. I never, dreamed that she cared about ; him. Looks as though she does." Miss Mason nodded slowly. "In that case I suppose it's better that; the house will be finished so soon," she said moodily. . The rapidly progressing work ' did not inspire Jane with' any great amount of regret Her pleasure in it was suddenly gone. "Ill be happy when It Is all over and done with." she told the girls. The last two weeks seemed to cause her considerable restlessness. "She has something on her mind as sure as anything," observed Miss Mason. "If this contract Is going to make her unhappy, I, for one, am sorry that she ever got it" , "Here too!" replied Miss Day. "One can easily see how she avoids dis cussing the house or Mr. Lord, and that's not natural .when a task has been well and speedily accomplished." One evening Mr. Lord brought Jane borne in his motor, as the slush was Unspeakable. He stayed some little time talking about his plans for the luture. Jane was noticeably silent but It seemed an effort for her not to enter into the conversation. At last Mr. Lord arose. "The day Miss Carter says my house Is fin-. Ished, you must all come out to a cel ebration dinner. Now don't forget I'm - keeping a big surprise for that event! Isn't that so, Miss Carter?;' he asked, smiling enigmatically. The second he was gone, Jane hur ried off to her room. : "I know what the surprise Is," an nounced Miss Mason. "He has fixed up this house for his wife, and per haps told Jane this evening coming into town." ' , "I don't know what ever I would do If he were to announce ' it that night. groaned Miss Day. ":, - At last the house was completed. Mr. Lord called for . the trio in his motor, but scarcely a word was spok en on the way out. The tour through the fresh, beautiful rooms filled the girls with sadness. . Jane was unus ually quiet and even the lavish praise bestowed upon her failed to lift tfie veil of quiet which seemed to envelop her. She presided at the dinner table in an equally silent mood. At last Mr. Lord stood up, a glass of light wine In his hand. - "Now for the surprise!" he cried, gayly. "We must drink to the future mistress of this house!" . Miss Mason and Miss Day choked down a sip of the wine, and dared not look toward poor . Jane. - There was an awkward pause. ' . - "Wont you give me - your good wishes, girls?" asked Jane, in a wee, small voice. "You don't know how many times I have nearly let the cat out of the bag these last few weeks. The only safe course was not to talk at all." Then the astonished girls saw Mr. Lord put his arm around Jane's waist and draw her towards him. "Ladies now drink it this time to the future mistress of this house!" he exclaimed joyfully. Dominion Fisheries Important " . Those who know the extent and im portance of the Canadian fisheries are not surprised that the Dominion guards her fishing interests so jeal ously. In 1908 the fish catch in Can adian waters was valued at $25,451,- 085. That Included all fish products and seals. 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