Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1901-02-14

snowy beach behind one OF 'hlcaEo ; I
hotels on Il morning in February: Inc
storm of the night was relucthntly
clearing away. and Robert Kingsley,
standing in a lace-draped window,
lacked from forbidding dark water t.
t,r breaking clouds above with a face
quite as gloomy as thc prospect.
4 sudden sunbeam glinted across the
lake and simultaneously a voice fun Of
life and cheer spoke behind him.
ooh, here you are, Is this a game
Of hide nd sceE"''
kingsley turned and advancing.
Kissed the smiling speaker, who shook
both his hands heartily.
Il was just wondering if you hadn't
received my card he said.
Come and sit down. | don't ad-
rnire your taste in recognizing the lake
this morning. II my duties here in
Guided interviewing Lake Michigan
should return to New YORK today.
The wide-awake face of the little
woman scrutinized her companion
closely.
whats the matter with you, Rob
ert? You look low in your mind"
Don't he 50 observing. Aunt
Fnocte."
Il have to be" she retorted gayly.
ITS my business
Not with me. | haven't thing TO
offer for the delectation of the readers
Of your paper. Fashion. art psychol-
ogy-you won't find any light on
those subjects here. Why have YOU
YOUR hat on? Going to church,
My dear boy. sleep in my hat. All
,.wepaper women do. l should like
Ia visit with you this morning and
Keen you here to dinner with me; nut
~ perfectly frank. Sundays leisure
is urerious 70 bank clerks, | suppose,
a. wen as to other kinds. OF course
Won have a best girl" The young man
coiored suddenly and deeply and liked
his grave eyes steadfastly on his
aunt's. Il have the best girl" he said
Imprcesively. the best. best girl Of
any fellow in Chicago"
"IndecIE'
Yes, y week ago last night l was
dancing with her in this very room. y
His s0mbre eyes roved about the
spacious parlor.
him awtully fond Of you, Rob- She
said in different tone, land whatever
troubles may come To you. Your fond
Aunt Phoebe IIunnewel cannot believe
that unrequitcd affection Will be on" of
them"
mo. she-she cares for me" he adj
mitted. reaching out absently for 4
seaIskin cape that hung over the sofa
arm ana pulling it into his lap where
hr began to smooth its delicate fur the
wrong way with nervous energy.
Then what is the matter"
Didn't you think the cruel step
mothers were all shut up safely be
tween the covers Of the fairy books ?
Wen, they aren't. one got out. My
poor girl has her
Robert Kingsley stop! Give Inc that
cape, You seem to think it's the step
mothers hair
"Oh. excuse met"
Miss IlunncwrU rescued her wrap
81 don't care any more for this cape
than / do for my life" she remarked
throwing it about her shoulders and
standing up for inspection. Isn't it 3
beauty
swell" responded Kingsley, gazing
ut her admiringly.
II made myself Christmas mes
cnt," she explained with Il half-am-
bauaSSed air Of apology. 1T WAS al
awful extravaganza: but then, have
IT, be out in all Weathers and I'm grow
ing old you know. Robert"
lie laughed derisve!y at the serious
tone in which she ended.
A poor excuse is better than rome
II is very becoming and I'm glad you
have it"
Il brought it down in case we wished
to go to walk. but | don't want TO de
tain YOU 4 minute if you have any en-
Eagement this morning"
Il haven't. Let us go. | can snow
YOU where she lives. 1t is near here
As they walked north on an adjacent
avenue, tie snow melting in chill sun
shine Kingsley continued on the sub
ject nearest his heart.
Her name is Anne Carew. Isn't il
the dearest little name in the world
If only her father hadn't married again
last spring-hOw happy we should al
hc, Bu- he did He married Il snob
WHO rules the house with a rod Of iron
I've tried to get Annc to break ava,
from the whole thing and trust herSel
to me. but she can't bring herself to Dc
it."
"A very good thing. too. Girls VIII
break with their families are in ba
business
"Oh, well. if You look at II that way.
said the young man loftily, let us tai
about something else
Miss Hunnewell laughed in soft
amused fashion which nettled hin
Come dear, | like your Anne Carey
because she likes you-not a bit be
cause YOU like her, YOU understand
Arc YOU able to support a wife,
II am" decidedly. My prospects,
A fig for your prospects, In fly
years from now you might die an
leave your wife with three children o
her hands and unable to 80 bacl: t
her father.
AND then again ! might not. | t.
YOU ! am able, Aunt Phoebe eX
ciledly, there they come now-Ann
:nd Mrs. Carcw. | don't know whethe
the snob'n let her stop. If she does
lie froHe into silence as the approach
ing couple drew near and lifted hi
hat with unsmiling greeting.
Good morning. Mr.. Kingsley" sal
the shorter woman, her eyes traVeln
in a flash over his companion. Il hop
YOU are feeling VERY good natuTed thi