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been ingenuously devoted to the lit
tie lady from the very first evening
he saw her. A boy of frank impulsive
nature. was ''Gov"-a boy still in spite
of the budding mustache, the 20 sum
mers aud the barely passed exam"
that wound up the junior year and
entitled him to sit with the seniors
when the great university opened its
doors in October. Studies he hated, but
tennis, polo, cricket, riding and dane
ing were things he loved and eXcelled
in. Much of his boyhood had been
spent at one of those healthy, hearty
English schools where all that would
cultivate physical and mental manhood
was assiduously practiced, and all that
would initiate against them was as
vigorously "tabooed."
At the coming of his twentieth birth
day that summer his father had hand
ed him his check of S., ,OOO-the paternal
expression of satisfaction that his boy
had never smoked pipe, cigar or cigar
ette-and the same week Coy had
carried off the blue ribbon with the
racquet, and the second prize with the
single sculls. 1t was during the "eX
ans" the first week in June, when
dropping in for five O'Clock tea of some
girls whom he had known for years,
i.he was presented to this witching lit
Ittle creature whose name he didn't even
catch. I'VE met her way out at an
I:army post in Wyoming when papa took
us to California last year." was whis-
pered to him, ''and they entertained us
so cordially, and of course we said if
ever you come to New York you must
be sure to let us know-and she did
but" and there his informant paused,
dubious. Other callers came in and it
began to rain-a sudden, drenching
shower, and the little stranger from the
far west saw plainly enough that her
hostesses, though presenting their
friends after our CHEEKY American fash
ion, were unable to show her further
attention, and the newly presented
almost all women, said $50 very
pleased" but failed to look it, or other
wise to manifest their pleasure. She
couldn't go in the rain. The butler had
'phoned for a cab. She wouldn't sit
there alone and neglected. She delib-
erately signaled Mr.. Prime. "The la
dies are all busy" she said, with
charmingly appealing smile, but l
know you can tell me. | have to dress
for dinner after / get home, and must
be at One Hundred and Tenth street
at 7:30. How long will it take car
riage to drive me there? Oh, is that
your society pin? Why, are you still
in college? Why, l thought"
That cab was 25 minutes coming,
and when it came Mr.. Prime went with
it and her, whom he had not left an
instant from the moment of her ques-
ton. Moreover, he discovered she was
nervous about taking that carriage
drive all alone away up to One Hundred
and Tenth street, yet what other way
could a girl go in evening dress? lie
left her at her door with reluctantly
given permission to return in an hour
and escort her to the distant home of
her friends and entertainers. He drove
TO the Waldorf and had light dinner
with a half pint of Hook, devoured her
with his eyes as they drove rapidly
northward, went to Harlem theater
while she dined and forgot him, and
was at the carriage door when she
came forth to be driven home. Seven
hours or less had done the business"
so far as Gouverneur Prime was con-
cerned.
1t was the boys first wild infatuation
as mad, unreasoning, absurd, yet in
tense as was ever that of Arthur Pen
| E. a. Mar
garet Garrison had never seen or known
| the like of it. She had fascinated others
| for a time, had kindled love, passion
and temporary devotion, but this-this
was worship, and it was something so
sweet to her jaded senses, something so
rich and spontaneous that she gave
herself up for day or two to the de-
| light of studying it. Here was glori-
Gus young athlete whose eyes followed
her every move and gesture, who Eung
about her in utter captivation, whose
q, voice tremblcd and whose eyes i'm
plored, yet whose strong, brown, shape
ly hand never dared so much as touch
| hers, except when she extended it in
greeting. He was to accompany his fa-
ther and sister to Europe in week, so
| what harm was there? He would for
get all about it. He knew now she Was
married. lie was presented to Nita,
but had hardly a word and never a look
for her when Margaret was near. He
was dumb and miserable all the day
they drove in the park and later dined
at Delmonico's with Col. Frost. lie was
sick, even when mounted on his favorite
English thoroughbred and scampering
about the bride path for peeps at the
drives, when she was at the park again
with that gray-haired reprobate, that
money shark, Cashton-a Wall street
broker black -balled at every decent
club in New York. Why should she go
with him? He had been most kind, she
said, in the advice and aid he had given
her in the investment of her little for
tune. She told the lie with downcast
eyes and cheeks that burned, for most
of that little fortune was already frit-