Evening star., 1896-12-05
Written fer The Evening Star.

Written fer The Evening Star.
From Wimbledon to Surbiton Is compare
lively but step. An enterprishg Tram
bent on accomplishing the feat, can DO th'
distance in seven or eight minutes, anc
even the slowest of locals takes put
twelve Barney was an energetic young
man and, where a check was concerned
knew the dangers of delay; so he resoiveu,
being in the reighborhood. to go to Surbi-
ton, see his mother. and settle the business
The young man often reassured himself by
saying inwardly that he was no fool, and
the few minutes he had to mediate on the
situation, as he paced up and down No.
platform waiting for the train. enabled MIN
to formulate a course of action.
Barney had a well-defined mental process
by which he arrived at any plan of pro-
cedure. The great thing, my boy" he
used to say, lis to know exactly what you
want and then go for it, In going for it
the young fellow trampled anything
that came in his path; truth, for example.
His one object was success-the kind
. that succeeds. Having attained that, he
was careless of the means.
In this instance what he wanted was to
prevent any interference with Sartwell.
and he knew, If he boldly opposed his
mothers scheme, such opposition would
inevitably bring about the meddling he de-
sired 20 avoid and a the same time place
himself in her bad books, which was hnan-
cially undesirable.
1T will take bit of thinking" said Bar
ney to himself, thus showing that he cor
rectly estimated the difficulties of the situa-
don, and realized the shortness OF the dis
tance between Wimbledon and Surbiton.
The Hope residence was a large, square,
yellow house. rather old-fashioned-"an i'm
posing mansion was the phrase that
caught Mrs Hopes eye in the Times be-
he ini her husband
and it stood in an extensive, well-wooded
grounds. Barney drove up to it in one of
the open victorias which stand for hire at
the station. class of vehicle that adds TO
the seaside appearance of Surbiton-
Telling the man to wait, he sprang up the
steps and knocked for there was nothing
so modern A bell al the front door, he
found his mother in the drawing room, and
with her. Lady Mary Fanshawe. who had
driven over from her fathers country place
in the Dorking direction Lady Mary was
a nice girl rather shy. who blushed prettliy
when Barney came In, and had great ao-
miration for the young mans hi,nerto uh-
appreciated artistic talents, liking paint
er better than a manufacturer. Her father.
having ascertained definitely that Barney's
possession of a studio would in no way In
terfere with his ultimate coming into the
proprierorshIp of the remunerative factory.
made no objection TO the acquaintanceshlp
between the Hope family and his own
young man. shaking hands with her How
are you. mater?" he added to his mother'
kissing her on the cheek.
Barnard" said the elderly lady, with
touch of severity in her tone, Il did not
expect to see you in Surbiton so soon. I
thought you would attend to the business
1 spoke Of"
Its all been attended to. mater, I don't
let the grass grow under my feet-not that
it's good day for grass. either" continued
the young man. cheerfully, warming his
hands 1t the fire. "Beastly weather.. he