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had been a Romance to the going
away of Walton Reeves. He had
never asked Beulah to be his wife,
but plainly as could be he had indi
cated to her that he would think con
stantly of her while away. He had
interested her in his future. He had
led her to believe that when that
future was assured they must be
come "great, great friends."
Beulah had put aside the shattered
remnants of that old love dream. Her
father's disclosure, however, could
not help but open up the old wound.
She was too cherry-hearted and
philosophical to allow it to burden
her bright spirit. If she had been
nothing, as it had turned out, to the
poor, struggling surveyor, what could
she hope for from the neglectful lover
elevated to a position of honor and
wealth?
She said nothing as her father got
ready the next morning to call at the
Hampton Hotel. She even ironed
out -his best but rusty tie, brushed
and mended his coat and sent him
on his way with a smile. Her heart
ached a bit, but she did not mind that
now.
Dugald Morris arrived at the hotel
to find that the Hon. Walter Reeves
occupied Suite A on the parlor floor.
He was admitted to the ante room.
An officious usher asked his business.
"I want to see Walt Reeves," re
plied Dugald in his blunt, friendly
way.
"Name, sir, if you please?"
Very carefully the night previous
Morris had cleaned one of his old
time cards he had used when he was
in the lecturing field.
"My name will be enough," he said,
"but there you are."
Morris was so filled with pleasing
anticipations ot the warm welcome
he felt sure he would receive that he
paced theroom impatiently until the
usher returned.
"Sorry, sir," announced the latter,
returning the card, "but Mr. Reeves
doesn't know you."
"What's that!" fairly shouted Mor
ris. He was so. oyercome. that he fell'
straightway to the nearest chair and
stared unbelievingly at the usher.
"Walt Reeves doesn't know me me,
Dugald Morris, who oh, say! theirs
some mistake."
"I have reported my message, sir,"
responded the man incteively, and
waiting for the visitor to vacate the
room.
Dugald Morris bowed his head on
his hands. He thought harder that
he had ever thought before. Sud
denly he jumped up. His face was
fiery with honest indignation and ex
citement. In a flash it had occurred
to him that Walton Reeves did not
want to know him. Raised to a posi
tion of pride and influence, the in
grate had forgotten the friends of his
humble youth!
"Young man," he spake, his voice
quivering," you go back to your mas
ter and tell him that old Dugald Mor
ris is in this room, wants (he eighty
seven dollars he paid out for him five
years ago, and that he won't stir a
peg from here until hegets it with
interest;)"
"What's that?" voiced a portly,
dignified man, appearing at the door
way of the inner room. "Dugald
Morris? Eighty-seven dollars? Jones,
you had better call aii officer."
"Not until I see Walton Reeves!"
declared MorriB staunchly.
"I am Walton Reeves'," announced
the newcomer.
"Eh, you? Eh, I've made a mis
take, and I'm sorry to have troubled
you," said Morris in a crestfallen
way. "You see, I knew a Walton
Reeves years ago at Frankton, and I
thought "
"Oh, you mean my nephew and
namesake," smiled the congressman,
something'm the earnest, honest face
of Morris appealing to him. "He is
my secretary. This way, Mr. Morris."
The high heart of hope and delight
of Dugald Morris rose chokingly as
two minutes later the real object of
his search gave him the welcome of
his life." And then explanation
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