The Denison review. [volume] (Denison, Iowa) 1867-current, 1900-01-19
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full. When he had the pretty one alone
for moment, as the fortune of the ride
occasionally gave him the chance, he
said sentimental things to her, because
he meant them, and when he CHANGED
to be alone with the other sister he said
things nearly as sentimental to her as
the night before, because he wanted
her to impress the other with her own
favor for him. He was. you know, at
that age when man of a certain vari-
ETY. of feminine experience considers
that the easiest, if indeed not the only,
way to impress a woman is by. making
love to her, theory am not prepared
to controvert. Such men, carried away
by their theory or by their natures,
even extend their tactics of extreme ad-
miration to elderly women.
But Angus felt already, as he re-
turned to his hotel that morning after
the ride, that he was in love. On his
table was an envelope, which he tore
open hastily and fearfully, knowing
that his leave was over and that he
might, expect orders at any moment.
But he had not expected them so sud
denly, for he was ordered to report at 8
the next morning on the Maryland,
which was then off Staten Island. He
had been ordered to be within six hours
of New York, but now this assignment
was appalling. He had but time to get
the afternoon train. As it was he
snatched few moments to rush over
to the Driscolls. He wanted to say more
to the pretty one than the opportunity
warranted, and he had to be content
with pressing each sisters hand-one
earnestly, the other for the sake Of the
impression. He decided that he would
write the pretty one, but as soon as his
train was well out Of Wolhamton he re-
membered that he didn't know whether
she was Esther OF Eleanor. As 1t
chanced-those chances which some
times occur SO provokingly-he met no
one who was acquainted with Wolham-
ton, and he carried out to sea his un-
certainty about the identity Of his in
amorata.
Some months after in Valparaiso
some Americans sat in certain cafe,
famous in Chile, of which visitors carry
the memories in much the way in con-
nection with Valparaiso that they may
the Venetian Florian's or the New York
Delmonico's or of old days the Partisan
Bignon's. Lieutenant Angus McFar-
land was talking with man who was
filed with stories Of the war when fol
the first time the ship armored in the
new way had been tested in the new
way. Angus had heard it all hundred
times in the messroom knew it as well
as he did the story of how a Perry Of
that good stock, the great commodore
brother, who, too, might have achieved
naval victory, died in the harbor Of
Valparaiso trying to save a drowning
seaman. Some one else talked the gossip
Of the American and English colony
These Anglo-saxon colonies the world
over have, every one, their local inter
ests, their gossip, their tattle A little
chap who was in Chile on some com
mercial interest was doing his part
Angus asked about people he had known
on previous visit.
''It's all as local as my own it'll
town of Wolhamton, I" the gossip wen
on.
"Wolhamton? You know the place
My cousin lived there, too. before
went to Annapolis, 18 years ago.
think
''My father settled there after that,
said the other.
"Do you know the Driscollsa" Angu
asked.
"The pretty Miss Driscoll and tn
plain one? Well, 1 guess.
1 "Ah, the pretty one, Miss Esther 2"
"Now, it's Eleanor, isn't it? 70,
see, I haven't been in Wolhamton in
blessed time. But I'm wrong. Your
right. It is Esther Driscoll, the prett
one.