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About Cloverdale courier. (Cloverdale, Tillamook County, Or.) 190?-19?? | View Entire Issue (Oct. 8, 1915)
GEOVERDAEE M e RGAINTIEE G O GLOVERDALG, ORBGON ■ p i t h bc , ,.T3igL,,^i— ■ B K B M B O I THE M ISE R OF HAVELOCK C on tin u ed from first pago ft ii a tod her tp o t from th e ru in ed h a t She noticed th a t it w as not a new hat, but a p anam a head co vering o f tin* season before. Sally bail alm ost reach ed A unt J a n e ’s house w hen sh e m urm u red : “ IIow w hite he w as. lie m u st have a frig h tfu l tem per. And all ab o u t a last y e a r’s h at!" Mut she dism issed the u n p le a sa n t In cldent fo r th e tim e because A u n t Ja n e u a s fra n tic a lly p re p arin g fo r A gatha T re n t’s w edding. Cor several d ay s Sally Birch evinced an u n u su al restlessn ess. No longer was she co n ten t to sit on th e vlin d rap ed piazza an d read or em broider. To J a n e C ra y ’s d isg u st Sally took to w alking. “ My d e a r.’’ fu ssed th e little w om an, ”1 c a n ’t follow you ab o u t th e country, over hill an d dale, a n d It re ally isn't safe fo r you to co alone." "I a lw a y s ta k e C a e sa r alo n g ." pro. te ste d Sally "C a e sa r ;s all very w ell." reto rted Jan e , p a ttin g th e F ren c h bull pup, but a f te r this d o n 't go a n y fa rth e r th a n th e p in e w oods." S Ill.\ a „’re; 1, M ushing hotly, foe how mid sh e explain to A unt J a n e , nnr i . Minded a n d prejudiced, th a t the I! veloi k pine w oods had been the Mecca o f her dally w a lk ? Aunt Jam 1 not tie m ade to u n d e rs ta n d tl i’.-’lly felt th a t sh e ow ed J a m e s W orth th e “ m iser o f H avelock." a n apolog> for h e r rudeness. So Sally a n d C a e sa r w e n t to th e pine w oods once m ore, a n d for th e tirst tim e sin ce Hint M ay m orning w hen she hnd slipped th ro u g h Ills hedge she m et dence." sh e said q u ite hum bly. « the “m iser o f H avelock.” l i e found ti s e a t fo r her on a fallen H e w as sta n d in g u n d e r the pines log. and. s ittin g dow n on th e pine nee listen in g to th e song o f a wood th ru sh . dles, he stuffed his pipe into his pock H e w as bareh ead ed , an d Sally remetn- et an d began. ! bered, w ith a g u ilty pang. A unt J a n e ’s Sally listened, fa scin ated , to a sto ry idle gossip th a t th e “ m iser’’ had tak en of how a tnnn, his fa th e r, had failed to going b areheaded ab o u t the coun in busin ess, in th e crash ca rry in g to tryside. ru in a n u m b er o f ids custom ers, men H e h ea rd C a e sa r’s p a tte rin g tren d on o f sm all m ean s who hnd tru sted him. th e p in e needles a n d tu rn ed ills head A lm ost Im m ed iately he hnd died, and Ju st as Sally cam e to n pause, looking on his d eath b ed his son had prom ised like a lovely p ictu re in h er pink frock. to pay back every cred ito r an d clear T lie s u n lig h t sla n te d dow n and touch- bis f a th e r ’s nam e. T o him it w as a ! ed h er brow n liair w ith golden lights, sacred tru s t, and he had paid up the i H e r eyes w ere ns blue ns th e uncloud d eb ts, d en y in g h im self lux u ries and ed sky. even necessaries. Dick H avelock had “Good a fte rn o o n ,” he said gravely, been his college chm n, a n d last y ear an d w ith o u t w a itin g fo r an exchange Dick bad offered ills friend th e use of o f co u rtesies he looked up to th e top th e co u n try house, w ith th e privilege m ost tw ig o f a pinp w here th e th ru sh o f selling fru its an d flowers, w hile he w as silh o u ette d a g a in st th e sky. saw th u t th e place w as k ep t in re "M r. W o rth ," began Sally tim idly, pair. •I’ve been w a n tin g to see you—to tell Ja m e s W o rth w as a w rite r w ho w as you I’m sorry ab o u t th e b a t " stru g g lin g to w ard success. H e had Ills eyes looked so su rprised th a t Ju st com pleted a novel, it hnd been ac Sally’s h e a rt Jum ped oddly, ju st a s if cepted by p u b lish ers, a n d n s u b sta n tia l he had said : “ W hy, tills girl lx m uch check w as In his pocket. nicer th a n ! th o u g h t! She isn ’t such a “ 1 am happy to d ay ," he concluded b a rb a ria n , a f te r nil!" fran k ly . “T h is cheek will pay off tlie H e sm iled, too, an d ten y ea rs vanish-, Inst Ind ebtedness a g a in st m y fa th e r’s ed. S urely he w as not m ore th a n th ir nam e." ty. H e looked very boyish. “ I am so glad fo r you,’’ said Sally “ P ra y d o n ’t tro u b le ab o u t th e softly, “an d th a n k you fo r telling me. w retched h a t." he said. “ I'm sorry I I w ish every one k n ew th a t th e ‘m iser teted so p an ic strick en over it, b u t’’— ! o f H av elo ck ' is a noblem an in d is ae laughed o u trig h t—“it w as a very se-‘ guise." rlous m a tte r.” “Oh." lie’cried, in em b arrassm en t, “ I “ I am so rry . I w as very ru d e nbont only told yon because I —I d idn’t w a n t It a n d n ’ tit th e flow ers." «he added. you to m isu n d erstan d . Any decent "W on’ 1 It Lore you if I told you why ch ap would have done th e sam e th in g ." 1 am cu llel a m iser?" He hesitated. “ You will lie going a w a y ? ” she asked. A lov. ty look entue Into Stilly’s ayes. H e nodded. “T om orrow . W ait a "I wen 1 feel honored by your confi m om ent., please." H e d isappeared am ong th e trees. Sally w aited ten m inutes, an d then he re tu rn ed , b ea rin g a sm all bunch of lilies of th e valley. "T h ese h ave been com ing into bloom [n th e d a rk e s t co rn er u n d er th e hedge.” he explained. “ I w as hoping I would see you again. I w as sav in g them for you.” Sally pinned th em a t her breenst. "I fe lt so m ean about th e o th e rs.” he confessed. “B u t I got $25 for th a t bouquet, an d it helped a lot. You u n d erstan d now ?” Sail}7 sm iled. “ 1 u n d e rsta n d ,” she said and g a v e him h er hand in fa re well. “Good luck." she w ished him. “Oh. I shall be com ing back to see you!" he said. * • • • * * • And who can blam e Sally W orth If she do&s call h er h usband th e “ P rin ce of H avelock” so m etim es? U sually, .hough, she calls him “.Timmy ” Not C om forting. “D id th e m in iste r say a n y th in g com fo rtin g ?" ask ed tlie neighbor of th e w idow recen tly bereaved. “Indeed, he d id n 't!" w as th e quick reply. “ H e said my h u sb an d w as b et ter off."-—London T elegraph. SO R R O W . W e never have anv m ore than we can hear— nc’S ng that has not been borne before, and bravely. There is net a new sorrow in the world.