The Wichita daily eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1890-1906, 1891-01-30
MISS SOMEBODYELSE.

following morning as the full realization
of his embarrassing position dawned on
his mind. cts devil of 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 al
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, if
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 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 a very bad headache-and
would Mr.. Pollard mind if she drove home
at once? They might finish the dance, and
very likely could get some one to chaperone
them on their homeward drive.
Every likely!''-nothi2g 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
glances were exchanged among the on
lockers.
TOO bad, you know" said one. Hes
too good fellow for her"
1t was tacitly understood that she was
hunting his money. She was an awfully
pretty girl and all that, but frightfully
poor.
Miss Aspinwall-Jones had passed 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 brougham.
1t was an alleged fainting fit that did the
business then; and when a girl sinks down
on your shoulder, and when her lips look
very red and tempting, what are you to do?
Harry Pollard was but human, and forgot
all about Carolyn Cannon. When he left
Miss Aspinwall-Jones that night there was
oil OCOWOSh
But don't tell any one yet" he said.
Everything seemed to go 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.
He questioned the station agent, and was
directed to a cottage a half mile up the
road. Then he resolutely tramped off, car
rying a single hand bag.
"Tll find the place, never fear" he said
Presently he came to 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
"Oh!" she exclaimed, and ran swiftly
away.
Harry Pollard watched her, and stood
blinking in the light.
"Deuccd cordial reception" he said to
himself. Wonder who she is9 Not Bobs
wife, of course; / know her His sister?
He had none. And she called him Dear
Bob. l have this cousin, by Jove. Odd
didn't think of it before Just returned
from abroad. Wish had known she was
here and wouldn't have come. I've had
quite enough of women; and she begins
like the rest-kisSing and all that sort of
thing. Ny 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.
/ am awtully glad TO see you. So sorry
Robert Is not here"
1t was Mrs. Hewitt. of course. and Pol
LAID found that they had not received his
telegram. rs the wires were down; and as
for Bob Hewitt he was in Boston, but ex-
pected home every moment
You'll find it awfully dull here. 4" said
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and want you to like her very much"
And he did like her very much. When
she came down to tea her face was still
burning, and she looked shyly at him.
Mr.. Pollard, this is Cousin Lou" said
Mrs Hewitt.
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 time
when he felt that after al there were
worse places in the world; and. as for
Cousin Lou. there were worse girls-Niss
Aspinwall Jones. for instance. There were
walks on the beach, drives and chats after
tea every day, and he came to know COasin
Lou better in a week than If he had met
her in society for year.
There was peculiar charm in her pres
ence, witchery in her manner that aided
her physical charms. Her mind was
treasure house that day by day yielded its
store, and Pollard began TO feel ashamed
OF his ignorance Of many things this girl
knew better than he
The inevitable happened one day They
were returning from walk On the beach.
a sou 'wester was blowing and a mfst lay
at sea; rain had begun TO driZZle when they
reached the house and light STRAINED
from the front windows.
This Is much like the first night met
you,' he said
Yes She sid. with a rising infection