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Which was not strictly grammat
ical, but very expressive of Jim
Inside the house MrsrEnnis looked
at her daughter thoughtfully.
"I don't know as there's going to
be another chance for you, Letty,"
she said cruelly. "But if it came I'd
"How you do talk, mother!" ex
claimed Letty indignantly.
And it was not a week before the
fuse blew out in the parlor.
Jim Frayne was up from tie works
the day- he received the telephone
calL As before, he lingered a while
in the little garden. The dahlias were
just beginning to blossom, and the
asters were a glory of white and blue.
"I dunno! I dunno!" he muttered to
himself, and went in. The fuse was
in position in a jiffy. Again Jim
Frayne found himself enjoying a cup
of. tea with Letty and Mrs. Ennis.
"What was the trouble this time?"
she demanded with a certain amount
of acidity in her tone.
"Why," said Jim, "Miss Letty ap
pears to have being using the electric
iron and the light on the same fix
ture. Now, of course, it's all right
with a stronger fuse, but I didn't
know there'd be any ironing in the
parlor, and so I hadn't put one in.
But it will be all right now."
"I guess it will," said Mrs. Ennis.
"I ain't got nothing against you, Mr.
Frayne, but that electric light s a
heap more worry than it's worth.
You can tell the company to take it
out. I'm going back to lamps."
Jim looked at her . in regret It
seemed a barbarous reversion ', and
there was despair in his heart hat
there would be no more opportunities
for talks with Letty. He had enjoyed
those occasional visits which had be
gun with the installation three
months before, and had rejoiced ex
ceedingly when he received the tele
phone -calls telling him that some
thing had gone wrong. '
But his despair was nothing to Let
ty's. The girl's narrow world seem
ed whirling down in ruin. She had
known that she loyed Jim Frayne for
months, and she had always grown
up with the idea that she was to be
an old maid. She could iu)t imagine
a man of the world like Jim caring
for her. Yet she had hugged her
dream to her heart, a vain dream, a
hopeless one, but infinitely dear. Now
her mother's decision had shattered
She rose up with Jim and accom
panied him to the door. Both seem
ed to understand that it was the last
meeting. Old Mrs. Ennis, with a curt
good-by, had retired to her kitchen,
Jim and Letty stood together at the
entrance, and across the fields the
sun was sinking.
"You surely have a mighty fine
garden, Miss Letty," said Jim.
"It is good growing weather this
year," said Letty. "The dahlias are
coming on fine."
"And the asters," said Jim. "I wish
I could have a little home, with 'a
garden like that But I don't know
any girl who'd make one for me," he
Into Letty's heart an awful ,-hope
was coming. But he could not have
meant that nothing more than his
customary badinage. Everybody
"joshed" an old maid.
"You ain't strong on hens, are you,
Miss Letty?" asked Jim.
"I I don't mind hens," admitted
the girL "I'm sort of partial to all
kinds of live stock."
"If I had a garden, I'd keep hens,
too," said Jim. "And my wife'd wire
them in so as they wouldn't hurt
nothing. Well, I guess our dreams
don't come true. Good night, Miss
"I I think sometimes they might
come true, if we give 'em a chance,"
whispered the girl
Jim. swung round suddenly and
saw the wonder in her eyes. "Letty!"
he cried. And in a moment he held
her in his arms. "Letty! Is it pos
sible you could care for a man like