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Show i fss LOOKING BACKWARD , "HrJ-Items of interest taken from the I S iiL. t'"- r u"-' Aiaioid f l "rKk23K '" Fifteen years ago. this week : . t Owing uf the demand for certain metals which showed an upward trend, and to the numerous inquiries in-quiries from parties interested in mining, the Kirk Realty company added a mining branch to their business. Mr. and Mrs. Al Cline had motored to Fillmore to spend Thanksgiving day with Mrs. Cline's parents. Al had reported they had had six meals. Thomas Beard had returned from a Salt Lake hospital, where he had spent several weeks for medical treatment. Dr. and Mrs. Lloyd Kohler and Mr. and Mrs. Douglas Fothering-ham Fothering-ham had spent Thanksgiving day at the home of Mrs. Kohler's father, fa-ther, Austin Skinner, at Beaver. Mrs. Scott Tanner had entertained enter-tained with "500" for a few friends from 2 to 5 o'clock. Those enjoying enjoy-ing the time were Mrs. George Stanley, Mrs. Walter Weber, Mrs. William Fernley, Mrs. Karl S. Carlton, Mrs. Fred Levi, Mrs. J. H. Weston, Mrs. Myron Lewis and Mrs. N. C. Schow. Mr. and Mrs. Lee Gray had been very happy over the arival of an 8-pound baby boy, born to them November 28. iMr. and Mrs. Fred Cottrell had come down from Salt Lake City to spend Thanksgiving with his parents, Mr. and Mrs. W. F. Cottrell. Cot-trell. They were accompanied here by Miss Dorothy Murdock, Miss LuZene Jennings, Stuart Hanson and Murdock McKenzie, students at Westminister college. Miss Delia Kirk had entertained her sewing club. ' A pleasant evening eve-ning was spent visiting and making mak-ing fancy work. Those present I were Alice Ward, Alice Schow, Ardella Sterling, Leah Smith, j Grace Turner, Mable Bradfield, Thelma Talbot, Reva Mattingly I and Eva Banks. ing autumn when another presence in the big house had made it paradise para-dise to Melissa. As the days lengthened Melissa's plan strengthened. She couldn't make a roadside restaurant of Storm Pines. It wasn't on the highway. Moreover, her mother's health was too precarious to risk any sort of noise or confusion. But down by the highway there was a little modern cottage. It had been built almost two years ago, but had never been occupied. Melissa had been engaged, then, to Jack Ranleigh, from the city. Her father had given them the property where, along the highway, Jack had built the cottage. They had planned to use it for week-ends all the year and for summer holidays. Melissa had broken the engagement. engage-ment. Gossip and jealousy had made her think Jack was losing in terest in her. Jack, too hurt to explain ex-plain away a quite harmless flirtation flirta-tion with a pretty girl at a dance, had taken Melissa's dismissal in silence. si-lence. And that was the end of the future for the little glass house. It stood empty and neglected. Melissa had half hoped Jack would come to her at the time of the dreadful tragedy that took her father fa-ther and brother from her. But she had not heard from him. She had not known that at the time he was lying desperately ill in Central America of some obscure but devastating deva-stating fever, and that he had heard nothing of her trouble. Her plan, as it grew, amounted to this: She couldn't bring the highway to Storm Pines, but she could go to the highway. She could open a roadside road-side tea house in the Little Glass House. She would cast sentiment to the winds. Through an agent she would rent the cottage. Her father fa-ther had deeded the property where it stood to Jack. Then she would hang out her sign The Little Glass House. And she, dressed in spotless, spot-less, crisp white linen, would make sandwiches and waffles and salads in the glass porch for every passerby to see. She hoped that, seeing, many of them would stop for lunch in doors or out she would have two tables ta-bles above the flower-dotted bank that led down to the brook, and an-; an-; other under the sighing pine. One warm day in March she I walked down to the cottage. She ! had never stopped there when she 1 had to pass it she drove by as fast I as she could and still safely manipulate manipu-late the sharp turn into the highway. When she walked, she went by other ways. She turned in the white gate that gave on the graveled road, and made her way around to, the glass porch. One of the French windows was open. A deck chair was spread inside the porch. And on the deck chair rested the long, thin figure of a young man. It was Jack, of course. Melissa was surer of that before she saw him than after she saw his pale face, his emaciated hands. It couldn't be anybody else. She had hoped, half known, she would find him there sometime. And when he opened his tired eyes and saw her standing there he, too, felt the inevitableness of her presence. It didn't take long, in the warm March sunshine, for them to erase the doubt and misunderstanding and hurt and distance that separated them. They were married within a week and Jack went to Storm Pines to live and get back his health. Melissa Me-lissa opened The Little Glass House, and made a success of it. They never lived there. Jack, as he gained strength at the big house, learned to love it as much as Melissa Melis-sa did. But the little glass house had served its purpose for them, just the same. I |