Evening journal., 1891-04-20
MISS SOMEBODYEISE.

assembly
an cut and rum" he said to himself the
| following morning as the full realization
Of his embarrassing position dawned on
his mind. ITS devil Of a mess"
He pondered the situation for a time,
and finally decided to accept an invitation
he had from an old college chum to visit
him at Cape Cod. Harry Pollard forth
with wired his friend Bob Hewitt and told
him he was coming.
Fiancee No. was a tall, stately girl OF
twenty-five. She had known Harry Pollard
/ ever since they were children. He had all
ways liked Carolyn Cannon, and that even
ing after they had waltzed together he
/ thought he loved her and told her so. She
| thought she loved him, and said so. 1t
would have been very well, no doubt, II
matters had paused here; but they didn't.
Fiancee No. 2 was Miss Aspinwall- Jones,
and she wouldn't have captured Harry
| Pollard if it hadn't been for a very schem-
| ing mamma. When Pollard accepted a
seat in Mrs. Aspinwall-Jones carriage to
| drive to the assembly he did not dream the
| consequences Of the rash act. For before
| the cotillon was half over the scheming
mamma had very bad headache-and
would Mr.. Pollard mind If she drove home
at oncef They might finish the dance, and
| very likely could get some one TO chaperone
them on their homeward drive.
Every likelyl'-nothing of the sort.
When Harry Pollard and Miss Aspin-
wall-Jones got into the brougham before
everybody, and brazenly started off for a
two mile drive after midnight, significant
| glanoes were exchanged among the on
lockers.
''Ioo bad, you know" said one "He's
too good fellow for her."
II was tacitly understood that she was
hunting his money. She was an awfully
pretty girl and all that, but frightfully
poor.
Miss Aspinwall-Jone hadpassed through
four seasons more or less, and was too old
a hand to let such an opportunity pass. 1t
was not every day that she could manage
things to have Harry Pollard alone with
her in a brougham.
1t was an alleged fainting fit that did the
business then; and when girl sinks down
on your shoulder, and when her lips look
very red ard tempting, what are you to dor
Harry Pollard was but human, and forgot
all about Carolyn Cannon. When he left
Miss Aspinwall-Jon that night there was
an understanding between them.
But don't tell any one yet, he said
Everything seemed to 90 wrong after he
left Lenox. He missed his connections at
Boston, and at last when he reached his
Cape Cod retreat he found no one waiting
for him at the station.
Rain was falling, and hazy fog obscured
everything. 1t was after six aud growing
dark rapidly. Harry Pollard stood on the
| platform in his gray macintosh and looked
about helplessly.
/ lie questioned the station agent, and was
| directed to a cottage a half mile up the
road. Then he resolutely tramped Off, car
/ rying single hand bag.
''Pll find the place, never fear,n he said.
Presently he came to a cottage answer
ing to the description given him He
walked up the steps, but before he had
time to pull the bell the door was opened
suddenly, pair of arms were around his
neck and he was kissed heartily on the lips
| by an extremely pretty girl. He didn't
seem to mind it, and stood stock still in
abject confusion. Then the girl drew back,
saying:
Bob, dear, Pm so glad to see you"
"Er-why, really" he began.
The instant he spoke the girl looked
frightened. A wave Of color flooded her
face. AS the light from the hall streamed
on him and she saw his face, her eyes =
| Harry Pollard retained his self possession
enough to note they were blue and awful
| ly pretty-looked very much troubled. In
deed she had something to be troubled
about.
"ohF she exclaimed, and ran swiftly
away.
Harry Pollard watched her, and stood
blinking in the light.
"Deuccd cordial reception" he said tC
himself "Wonder who she is? Not Bob.
wife, Of course; l know her. His sister,
He had none. And she called him Dear
Bob. have this cousin, by Jove. Ode
1 didn't think of it before just returned
from abroad. Wish had known she wa:
here and wouldn't have come I've had
| quite enough Of women; and she begin.
like the rest-kissing and all that sort Of
thing My luck follows me everywhere
The door was open and Harry POLLARD
felt that he couldn't walk in, so he pulled
the bell and waited.
| Presently woman came into the hall
and the moment she caught sight Of Pol
lard she gave him her hand and greeted
him cordially.
where did you drop FROM" she asked
81 am awfully glad to see you. So sorrl
Robert is not here"
1t was Mrs Hewitt, of course, and Pol
lard found that they had not received hi
telegram, as the wires were down; and a
for Bob Hewitt he was In Boston, but ex
pected home every moment.
J you'll find it awfully dun here, y SAT-
Bob's wife; but Cousin Lou is with us
J and want you TO like her very much"
And he did like her very much. Whe
she came down to tea her face was still
burning, and she looked shyly at him.
''Mr. Pollard, this is Cousin Lou" sal
Mrs. Hewitt.
1--WE have already met" said Pollard
whereupon she blushed and looked angry
and he regretted his want of tact
Pollard had been there but a short tim
when he felt that after all there wer
, worse places in the world; and, as 70
Cousin Lou, there were worse girls-Mis
Aspinwall-Jones, for instance. There wer
walks on the beach, drives and chats afte
tea every day, and he came to know Cousi
; Lou better in n week than if he had me
her in society for year.
There was a peculiar charm in her pre-
s ence, witchery in her manner that aide
. her physical charms. Her mind was
1 treasure house that day by day yielded il
3 store, and Pollard began TO feel ashame
OF his ignorance Of many things this gil
, knew better than he.
{ The inevitable happened one day. The
s were returning from a walk on the beacl
S A sou'wester was blowing and a mist Ia
y at sea; rain had begun TO drizzie WREN the
4 reached the house and a light streame
from the front windows.
This is much like the first night me