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THE HAPPY WAY
Taking a Real Man Instead ot
' a Title.
From the glare of the fastastic
ally arranged electric lights, from
the dreamy strains of Strauss'
Wiener Blut. Doris slipped quiet
ly out to the hush and half-gloom
of the 'tradesman's entrance to
the great mansion.
Just an hour ago monsieur the
count had pledged his fierce Gal
lic love and pressed her for an
swer. And she had told him that
she must think think of the sud-
den, terrific change that had con
verted old Tobias Wievenhauser
from a plodding miner Into a
lord of high finance, of the sud
den transition to the broad, re
splendent avenue, of the substitu
tion of Bub, the grocer's assist
ant, of monsieur, count of VaiT
estaing and the Marshes.
Doris sighed, then started at
thesudden appearance of a ro
tund, heavy figure, which settled
back in the gloom of the porch.
"Pa?" she asked, inquiringly.
"Yes," he responded wearily,
"all this Frenchified, operyatic,
highfalutin', long coat-tailed busi
- ness makes me awful tired, Dor
rie. And sometimes I almost
wish I was handlm' apick hack
in old Happy Valfey.'
"But it's a fine thing for your
ma," he added hastily.
Doris crept nearer. "Pa," she
murmured, rtthe count the
Count Maurice has asked jne to
The old man swallowed hard.
There was almost a trace of re
gret in his rough voice. "And
you'll be a countess, little Dorrie,
and wear -a crown or do courts'
wives wear crowns? And it will
be a fine thing for your mother,
Dorrie, to be an old lady countess
or whatever you call 'em."
The girl did not answer. Some
one was tugging a heavy burden
up the concrete walk. It was the
caterer's man come with the six
colored heart-shaped ices.
"Where" he began.
"Bub Carroll!" cried Doris, the
financier's daughter, with a little
catch in her voice.
."Dorrie Wievenhauser 1" cried
te caterer's man. "What in the
Doris pressed forward tremu-'
lously: "Oh, I live here, Bub
didn't you know? But what are
you doing in the city?"
"I I came because you be
cause I . But you must "be
awful happy living in this palace,
"Y-e-e-s," said Doris, "awful
ly happy, I guess." .
"I'm workin' for Ileinow, the
caterer,' explained Bub.' "I
thought maybe sometime I'd I'd
see your' fine" palace and your pa
and your ma, the big society lady
"And who else, Bub?" pressed
"And and and you? Dorrie
er Miss Wievenhauser," man
aged Bub. "But I must be goin'
Bub Carroll turned for retreat,