The daily morning journal and courier. [volume] (New Haven, Conn.) 1894-1907, 1899-12-23
TREWIIT, FATHER AND SON
'IJYAS SURELY Al FIERY DEEICATE
CASE,
But by Good Fortune 1t Came Out All
Right for All Parties.

Ai' iieWltt, NSW fOTk l11eTClldn'
went one morning to his office in tn
Produce Exchange in very comforta
BILE frame of mind and body. He wa
not yet forty-fve, his health was SUI
perb, he had plenty of friends, goot
bank account, pleasant home, and h
was on the right side of the 81 ain mar
ket which had been unusually brisk TO
some months.
Yet no sooner had he assorted hi
mail and opened one particular lette.
which he seemed to expect than he be.
gan to look grave, and then to frown
He ran through the letter hastily. re
read 1t slowly, his face frightening al
the while; then he closed the door OF
his private office, stretched himself ii
chair, looked through his window al
the sky and began muttering to him
self
Like father like son! 1t never oc-
Cured to me when / fell desperately In
love at twenty-one that my son would
follow in my footsteps. / made a run
away match; what if he should follow
me in that particular, too! Mine
turned out well, as long as the dear girl
lived Suppose, though, that my boys
shouldn't Lightning doesn't always
strike twice in the same place; neither
does the luck of a boy who thinks he
has found the only woman in the world
I'd had one love affair before; Phil,
junior, hasn't; so he hasn't any expert
ence to guide him. I supposed he
would be entirely safe when / let him
60 down to Old Point with the Mefrys;
quiet folks, quiet place-and during
Lent too. might have known better,
though, if I'd thought carefully. Big
hotel-big military post within ten min
utes' walk-a score or two of young Of
fcers. l might have known that any
number of romantic girls would tease
their parents to take them down there
Of course, to mitigate the rigors of a
northern spring, as well as of Lent"
Trewitt wrinkled his brow moment
or two and then smoothed it as he con-
tnued:
after all, the boy won't be likely to
get anything but heartache. He Ger
tainly won't get the girl. No youngster
who Is civilian stands the ghost of a
show beside lot of uniforms. A single
brass button or bit of military braid
will outweigh the finest wardrobe that
a young man can display himself in.
On the other hand, / don't want my boy
to get heartache-it's complaint that
gave me a great deal of suffering when
I was of Phil's age, and it might have
done me a great deal of harm if I
hadn't suddenly found myself in love
10,
of the youthful Romeo in the part of
the play that is never put on the stage.
Pshaw! I'm making fool of myself,
suppose; still, when a man has only one
son and is wrapped UP in the dear
scamp-but let me see once more what
he says
He took the letter from his pocket
and looked through it, occa sionally
reading expressions aloud: Finest wo-
man ever met"-"sure you would like
her mobile face''-"seems to under
stand me perfectly"-'h mother is a
charming old lady''-"I write you so
fully because I've always promised you
that | would never think myself in love
without telling you""feel as If / ought
to secure her before some other man
has sense enough to see her incompara-
*
BILE WORTH
Then Trewitt dropped the letter. rose
abruptly from his chair and exclaimed:
Il shall have to hurry down there and
look after Master Phil if don't want
him to make fool of himself. I don't
wonder that any woman should like
him, bless him, for he's more manly
than most fellows ten years older and
he has all his mothers sweetness be-
sides But I intend to know something |
about any woman who enchants him.
can't we'll spare the time but I can't |
1t all spare the boy"
Twewitt took the evening train and
was aroused next morning by the morn
f1g gun saluting the colors that broke |
from the flagstaff at Fort Monroe. A |
Few minutes later he was enjoying an |
early breakfast, having first learned at
he hotel office that his son did not |
come down until late hour Within |
In hour he had met several old ac- |
luaintances, as city men are sure to do |
they &C. When finally Mas
err Phil 1ounged down and sauntered to |
he door for boutonniere, he was as
Onished to see his own father in the
enter Of group of ladies and gentle
men An old-fashioned greeting fol-
owed, but the young man quickly
made an excuse to drag his father out
o the beach, and no sooner were they
veil apart from every one else than he
reclaimed.
"Father! Isn't she simply perfect?'
"She!" echoed the father. "Whom do
'ou mean?"
Mean? Why, the only young wo-
nan In the party you were with. Who
Introduced you?"
Trewitt stopped abruptly and asked
Whom are you talking of, Phil?"
"Of Marian, of course-Miss Ray
right, ] mean. You were talking with
er when first recognized you, and it
lade me very happy; you were looking
, appreciative Did you ever see a
ner face, handsomer eyes, such a glo-
ous head of hair? Oh, father, she's
imply angeic-divinei"
Trewitt's head fell as he resumed the
ak, and asked:
rs that the young woman of whom
ou wrote me?'
ITO be sure she is. Whom else could
mean? What's the matter, father? {
10 you think
Phil did not seem to know how to con- t
ude his, question, so there was silence {
n a moment. ]
she is, indeed, a glorious woman, my I