The Emmett index. [volume] (Emmett, Idaho) 1893-1925, 1898-05-06

along the landlng-stage to the hotel,
and, as we have seen, entered her name
In the visitors book mt the request of
the proprietor.
"Mrs. Waltonl Why, she must be a
wldowr
He thanked his stars that he was
planted In the same hotel with her.
Then began the maddest, happest
time In all Edward Brogden's career.
lie let himself go. In proportion to the
discretion In all previous affairs Of the
heart was the abandonment and reck-
lessness of this last infatuatlon.
He cast all prudence to the winds. He
knew nothing about Mrs. Walton, nor
did he wish TO know anything.
He was sick of prudence. He had
been prudent and cautious all his life,
and here he was at 30 years of age I'M
loved and unloving. Yes, he would let
himself go for once.
1t would appear that all the unattach-
ed men In the hotel had come to SINH
lar decision, for before many days were
over they were all her devoted slaves.
She smiled through her gold-rlmmed
glasses on all impartlally, and she
showed no invidIous preference as to
the person with whom she walked OF
talked.
The ladies', too, fell under her spell,
and declared that she was a charming
young thing, so gay, so Innocent.
Mrs. Walton is quite delightful, of
COURSE" said one matron to another,
but ] must say she Is little indis-
erect, and may lay herself open to mis-
construction"
81 suppose she is what one might call
an emanclpated woman"
'But even an emanclpated woman
might discriminate; she accepts atten-
lions from all sorts and conditions of
men,"
"And yet one cannot say she encour-
ages them; she is quite pleasant with
women, too. and VIII spend whole
morning playing with the children"
Mrs. Walton came up at this moment.
smiling aud readjusting her eyeglasses.
These were attached by a slender gold
chain to her brooch, and were constant
ly slipping from her eyes, but they were
Indispensable to her sight, and she al
ways replaced them.
'Ah, here you arel My dear Mrs.
Owen. your cap is one side. Let me put
It straight this minute" which she did
with light touch, strolSlng the white
hair dclcately, and rcmarking she hop
ed she should have beautiful white hair
when she was n few years older. "And
now this cap tells tale; you have been
at your troubles again. You have been
shaking your head over the shortcom-
ings OF your cook down there I'm Surrey.
or the depravity of the gardeners. A
j said the other day. when you were
worrying about the jam-maklng. For
get, forget; be happy at least once a
year; leave all troubles at home, and
come out for holiday; laugh, be gay
forget"
Il believe you promised to sing to us
tonight. Mrs. Walton1" said Edward
Brogden. strolllng up at this point.
"Ah, did l promiSe7 | never meant
20 sing here, and brought no music: but
perhaps something VIII come to me-"
she said. rising and sweeping across the
room TO the plano. where three OF four
men stood waiting for her.
She always dressed In half mourning.
and tonight she wore long black
gown with bodice OF hellotrope glace
silk yelled in sequined net of the same
shade-a combination which set off her
lovely complexion and hair to perfec-
ton.
She ran her fingers over the keys. 1T
is no use" she said at last, letting her
hands fall. Il must contradict my own
teaching and be serious; none of the
happy songs win come"
They all declared they liked serious
songs best.
"And ! must warn you" she said,
"all my songs are old songs-all my
songs are memories" A far-away look
came into her eyes as she lifted her
hands to the keys again and played the
opening bars Of Tostis "Good-by." Dc
casions on which they had heard this
song beautifully rendered REQUIRED to