The Denison review. [volume] (Denison, Iowa) 1867-current, 1900-05-18
JENNIE Baxter: JOURNALIST
BY ROBERT BARR.
". The Search For The GIIl.
Copyright, 1900, by Robert Barn.

copyright, 1900, by Robert Barr.l
Jennie Baxter reached her hotel as
quickly as fast pair of horses could
take her. She had succeeded, yet few
rebellious tears of disappointment
trickled down her cheeks now that she
was alone in the semidarkness of the
carriage. She thought of the eager
young man left standing disconsolately
on the curb, with her glove dangling
in his hand, and she bitterly regretted
that unkind fortune had made it posi-
BILE for her to meet him only under false
pretenses. One consolation was that he
had no clew to her identity. and she
was resolved never, never to see him
again; yet, such is the contrariness of
human nature, no sooner was she re-
freshed by this determination than her
tears flowed more freely than ever.
She felt that she was as capable Of
enjoying scenes like the function she
had just left as any who were there; as
fitted for them by education, by per-
sonal appearance or by natural gifts of
the mind as the most welcome of the
duchess guests; yet she was barred out
from them as effectually as was the lost
peri at the closed gate. Why had capri
cious fate selected two girls of probably
equal merit and made one princess
while the other had to work hard night
and day for the mere right to live?
Nothing is so Intellectual as the little
word "why;" it asks. but never an
swers.
With a deep sigh Jennie dried her
tears as the carriage pulled up at the
portal of the hotel. The sigh dismissed
all frivolities, all futile why's" The
girl was now face to face with the real
tiles of life, and the events she had so
recently taken part n would soon blend
themselves into a dream.
! Dismissing the carriage and walking
hriskly through the hall, she said to the
night porter:
.Have a hanson at the door for me
in is minutes. y
ga hanson, my lady2" gasped the
astonished man.
eyes She slipped sovereign into
his hand and ran lightly up the stairs.
The porter was we'll accustomed to the
7ag,ries of great ladies, although a
Il ~. at midnight was rather. beyond
. SlOs .5erience. But if all womankind
tipped so generously they might order
an omnibus and welcome, SO the han
som was speedily at the door.
Jennie reused the drowsy maid who
was sitting up for her.
Come, she said, tyou must get ev-
erything packed at once. Lay out my
ordinary dress and help me off with
this.
"Where is your other glove, my
lady q asked the maid, busily unlock
ing and untying.
Lost. Don trouble about it, When
everything is packed. get some sleep
and leave word to be called in time for
the 8 o'clock express for Paris. Here is
money to pay the bill and for your fare
1t is likely shall join you at the sta
ton; but, if ] do not, go to our hotel in
Paris and wait for me there Say moth
ing Of our destination to any one and
answer no questions regarding me
should any one ask. Are you sure you
UNDERESTIMATE
eyes, my lady.
A few moments later Jennie was in
the cab, driving through the nearly de-
serted streets She dismissed her vehicle
at Charing Cross. walked down the
Strand until she got another, then pro-