Audubon Republican. [volume] (Audubon, Iowa) 1894-1925, 1897-08-12
More Than One Miss Jones.
MIR. HENRY ADAIR GOODMAN,

MIR. HENRY ADAIR GOODMAN,
Iv well-known club man and owner
of one of the finest homes in the sub
urbs, was glancing over the Social
Chronicle and finishing his coffee be-
tween paragraphs.
Shy Jove, listen to this, Lucy" he
said to his sister. Howard Carpenter
has succumbed at last. The engage
ment of Howard Giles Carpenter and
Miss Jones, of Wellington place, is an
nounced, the wedding to take place in
the autumn Next to seeing my own
announcement, nothing could surprise
me more"
Lucy Goodman remembered her
brothers one love story and it's sad
ending. For years no one had spoken
of it to Henry Goodman. 1t had
estranged him from his father until the
latter was on his deathbed. Ten years
time heals many wounds, however, so
this morning Lucy ventured to say:
"Her name is Jones. 1 wonder if she
is anyone we know?"
II guess not. I don't know anyone
out that way" If Henry Goodman
thought of the girl by that name that
he knew long ago he made no sign.
On reaching his place of business he
found his secretary outside his private
office.
"There's a gentleman inside wants
ITO see you. He's been here nearly an
hour. Seems very much excited"
whats the trouble, Howard? You
seem excited" Mr.. Goodman said, when
e the door was closed. II have been read
ing the papers and 1 see you are to be
congratulated"
Howard Carpenters hand was limp
in his friends clasp. That's the deuce
of it, Henry. I'm in an awful mess. 1
have come over to you to tell me what
would better do. Henry, I'm engaged
to one woman and love another"
81 am not surprised, Howard. You
never did know anything about affairs
of the heart. Now, tell me about it,
"I'll begin at the beginning. The
doctor told me to ride a wheel and get
Up for early morning rides. Well, 1
tried it and must say it was great. One
morning 1 was spinning along out the
boulevard when some one close behind
me bumped into my rear wheel and 1
was sprawling on the grass beyond the
curb, and very lovely young woman
was sitting in the roadway beside the
wreck of her wheel. By Jove, How
ard, do you know how a pretty girl
loolyc xubap che &c m n linn I'M bar mi N n
to cry? sat up and said: 1t was sud-
den, wasn't it?' At that she laughed.
Il hope you are not hurt she said. 1t
was so stupid of me. AS soon as saw
you my wheel went right toward you.
"'It won't do it again." said I, look
ing at the wreck.
eve took the wheel to repair shop
and when she gave her name and adj
dress to the wheel member 1 made a
mental note of it. After that we met
several times on the road and wheeled
together. Then she invited me to call
and 1 went around and met the aunt.
She is only about ten years older than
Lillian-Miss Jones-and is handsome
woman. 1 look ten years older than the
aunt.
"After the ice was broken 1 was a
regular caller at the house. felt per.
fectly at ease and all that, but, by
Jove, Henry, when I thought of pro,
posing to Lillian my heart beat so fast
j couldn't speak. At last l wrote let.
ter and told her 1 had loved her from
the first day, that knew she was much
younger than myself, but-well, you
know how person will write when he,
in love.
"When 1 went to call that afternoon
the aunt was in the parlor and Lilliar
was out.
"I did not tell Lillian you were tt
CALL she said, because 1 wished K
talk with you about your letter.
L did not suppose your visits to u.
bore any particular significance, and i
j had thought of it 1 would have sup
posed you were interested in Lillia1
rather than myself A sort of a cold
clammy feeling crept over me. 'Yo,
asked me if l think l can love YOU.
Now 1 leave it to. you if that WASH
poser. Imagine sitting opposite
woman and having her spring a thin.
like that under the circumstances. All
at once realized that had addresse,
my letter to Miss Jones, and the aunt
being Miss Jones, had read it and be
lieyed l was in love with herself
81 will not say that care for yo
other than as very warm friend. O
course, / appreciate that this is yer
writes as you do. / am dazed; hart
IL know what to say
"'oh.' gasped, don't say any more
"'Ves.' said she. Il wish to tell yo
thai / pui oil all thought Of marriag