, 1898-12-02

and say 81 told you SOL" Some of them
have played similar parts in similar
comedies before.
This comedy deals with a junior in
the academic department-Yale col
lege proper-a pretty girl, an irate
mamma, a boarder, two lawyers and a
college chum.
1t also deals somewhat with the long
ings of a young girl for something diff
ferent than a boarding house, for Eliza
beth Vandemark's mother took board
ers in a modest little cottage at No.
7O1a Lafayette street, New Haven.
There are a thousand ether girls in
the staid old university town just like
Elizabeth Vandemark. There are like
wise a thousand other students just
like Robert Davis Carey, Yale 1900, son
of United States Senator Joseph NJ.
Carey of Wyoming. But the trouble
that both of them got into because of
| circumstantial evidence letters
the funniest yet.
Two weeks ago Miss Vandemark met
Bob Carey, a hail fellow with all the
junior class. He had a fine room, No.
229 Durfee, and another popular fellow
was his roommate. Bot Carey's father,
50 every body said, was a western mil
lionaire with a hugh cattle ranch out
in Wyoming. Bob was too modest to
say all this.
"a fellow student introduced the two.
The Junior admired the fresh beauty of
the girl. She had a Laughing face, a
complexion of roses and cream, the
daintiest little hands and feet, a figure
that was the envy of every girl in New
Haven. And she, in her turn, liked the
manly young fellow immensely. He
was rather tall. with a frank face
and clean-cut features-really hand
some.
Hes just like those Gibson men,
she told her girl friends.
Young Carey met Elizabeth Vande-
mark just twice, and then came the
comedy. The girl was sick and tired
of the boarding house. She resolved to
cut loose from the onions and cab
bage. She would leave the beading
house forever. And she did.
That night-it was ten days ago-she
didn't come home. Mrs. Vandemark
went to the girls tiny room In the attic.
There "a just a line left on the pin
cushion to tell that she had gone away.
The mother hunted high and low. She
found two letters hidden in the bureau
drawer. One read:
"Must see you tonight on important
matter. Meet ms at 8 o'clock, corner
Church and Elm streets. Be sure. II
unable to do so, call at my room when
you can. BOB"
The other was a letter telling the girl
that the writer would like TO meet her
again and asking when he could see
her. This one was signed:
ROBERT D. CAREY,
No. 229 Durfee Hall,
Yale University"
He knowa where my daughter isl"
cried Mrs. Mandemark, s~natching up
the two letters. 1.-THE wretch! He's
stolen her,"
And the comedy OF errors began in
real earnest. She Thought, of course,
that Bob" and Robert D. Carey were
one and the same, just as you have
thought.
But for truths sake, let 1t be said
right here that young Carey had no idea
where the girl was. The mother and
the boarder went straight to a law
yer and told their tale.
Meanwhile the story got out. The
town papers plunged wildly into stories
of elopement, abduction and myster-
ious disappearance. The mother went
to the police headquarters and demand
ed redress.
She declared the girl was under age.
She wanted everybody at Yale arrested,
II need be, to find her daughter. The
faculty, too, got wind of things, and
young Carey had to explain his ignor-
arce n innocence. which he did to
The satisfaction of the professors and
tutors that make up that august body.
But the poor, bewildered student had
to retain a lawyer in self-defense, and
he chose James E. O'Connur, fellow
Yale man, graduate of "a. A demand
was made on Mr.. O'Connor for 81, 1000,
and that astute young man Immediate
ly saw a lead.
You are charging a criminal Of
ense." he said. with just the suspicion
of a smile, which is an offense against
society and not against the mother of
the girl. You want money. The law
calls that blackmail. Besides. the girl
isn't abducted. and I've been able to
find her ever il you've not. She has
seen eighteen. She looks twenty-three.
What are you going to do about it,"
You see Bob Carey had not written
the letter signed Bob" and the girl
herself, seeing all the to-do in che pa
pers in New Haven. promptly let Mr..
O'Connor know where she was.
"One letter." she laughed, was from
Carey. and the other was from,
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