Evening Republican, Volume 15, Number 130, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 2 June 1911 — WITH HER SWEET HELP [ARTICLE]

WITH HER SWEET HELP

ADDISON WETMORE FINALLY IS EMBOLDENED TO ASK. But His Question Is Not Exactly the One the Young Lady Had Been Expecting for Nearly -Three Years. Miss Derringforth felt a delightful fluttering in the vicinity of her heart. Addison Wetmore seemed to be nervous and eager. It was clear that he had something on his mind. He picked up one of the six best sellers and glanced for a moment at one of the illustrations, then threw the book aside and drew a deep sigh, gazing earnestly at his pretty companion. "What has come over you this evening?" she asked. “You seem to be awfully nervous.** He crossed to the baby grand and, leaning upon it, gazed down into the beautiful girl's deep, dark eyes. There was in his look an earnestness that ■ she had never seen there before and suddenly she realized that this was to be perhaps the most thrilling moment of her life. "We have known each other a long time, haven’t we, Shirley?" he replied "in tones that were tense with emotyon. • “Yes,” she admitted.permlttlng her pretty slim fingers to fall from the ivory keys and modestly avoiding his eager gaze, 'it is nearly three years.” “You have had a chance in that time to get to know me pretty well, haven’t you? I have always tried to be a perfect gentleman when I was with you, haven't I?" “Yes, I have never seen you do anything to be ashamed of.” "Has your father ever objected to our friendship?” “No, father has always liked you very much. He has often said he didn’t think you were one of those young men who thought their lives would be wasted unless they squandered their money on women who smoked cigarettes and drank wine in public places.” “I’m glad to hear he has such a good opinion of me. There’s something I want to ask you." “Is there r "Yes. It’s something very important” “The folks have all gone out. We are alone here.” He took one of her soft hands in his and she looked up at him with sweet, girlish innocence. “It is something I have been thinking of for several days.” “What la It, Addison?” “I hardly know how to say it.” “But I can’t say it for you, can I?” “No, of course not You are sure your father likes me?” "Yes, he couldn’t think more of you if you were his son.”* “Well, I want to borrow |SO. Do you think he would let me have it?” “I don’t know,” she replied, drawing her hand from his. “If you wish me to do so I’ll ask him at breakfast tomorrow morning. If you don’t hear from me you wijl know that he has refused. Dear me! How late it is. I will be glad to let you have a nickel if you need car fare to get home.”