The Topeka state journal. [volume] (Topeka, Kansas) 1892-1980, 1901-12-28

44CClS % Aldny queer pcQplC- put L SCC
you are well taken care Of"
oh, yes, thanks. I'm such a coward
alone. Besides, a woman by herself is
so conspicuous. Glad to have seen you.
.Goodby," said Miss Lambert. Il
hope to see your mother shortly. l owe
her a call"
Miss Sands left the room with head
well poised. But in the hall her knees
gave way, and she sank down in a
chair, She'll go straight to
mother. 1 know her She must have
obviously she did. Now there is
only one thing to do, and that is to
leave the hotel at once and take a
trolley car out to the Bronx. There we
can look at the animals and go to the
links and meet your uncle"
On the whole. we spent a charming
day, wandering about the woods. After
some little persuasion Miss Sands was
induced to look at the snakes for about
ten we discussed evolution in
front of the monkey were en-
chanted with the bear; and finally sat
beside the raging Bronx, eating ham
sandwiches and drinking liquid pepper
out of bottles labelled "Ginger Ale" 1
believe we also SwOre eternal friendship
and L promised to write to Pinkney, al
though she was afraid it was wrong.
Engrossed in conversation, our backs
to the west, we paid no heed to the
weather and the clouds steadily piling
up, until large, ominous drops of rain
began to TALL. Fortunately VIZ had um-
DI6llaS, ana AFTER lOSlHg our way sew
eral times reached the shelter of the
station, rather wet and d~ishevelled-
Ardsley was out of the question, and L
began to be worried. for unless Uncle
Dick was on the next train Miss Sands
must return home. Visions of angry
parents rose before us as We sat in the
waiting room.
IF Uncle Dick comes back" she
kept saying, but he doesn't mind rain
a bit, and he's mad about golf
I'm afraid you are very wet" said /.
Il don't mind that she faltered,
here comes the train" We FASTENED
on board The car was filled with men,
women and golf sticks, but no nice,
elderly gentleman with hook nose.
ever, he might be in the smoking car,
and leaving Miss Sands beside a stout
lady in a pink shirt waist, l began my
search.
Side by side, smoking stogies, I dis
covered two stout men. One was evil
IDENTIFY uncle, whom I recognized as the
broker, Richard M. Hastings; the other
a little stouter. with a pointed gray
beard, bore a resemblance about the
eyes to Helen Sands that filled me with
~foreboding. And. returning, I asked
the girl, Does your father play golf,
and do you resemble him?"
1T must be father. Yes, he was going
with Uncle Dick, / remember, and he
must have left before mother missed
Il know your uncle slightly" said I;
hes your mothers brother, r. M.
Hastings, isn't ke?" She nodded.
Were graduates of the same college,
and sat side by side at the fraternity
dinner last week He's a jolly OLD chap.
1 didn't see your father there"
Hes a Harvard man."
"Ah," said /, Miss Sands, / am going
back If you viii excuse me, 1 think l
see a solution" AS I re-entered the
smoker, Mr.. Hastings looked up and
nodded, cordially.
Glad to see you, SIR" said L; been
at ArdSley?"
Yes, a a fine game. Do you play?
My brother, Mr. Sands Sit down. I
obeyed.
Mo- said I, too tame after football;
that always VIII be the only game for
me-"
"Humpht" said Sands. "I don't believe
in too much athletics. Young men went
to college to be educated IN my day."
Nonsense, Jack. Football is science"
Football is a disgraceful exhibition
of brute force. sirl If 1 had a son, he
1.-The last game I began
Never mini that, youngster." said
Uncle Dick, its a sore point with my
brother."
mo such thing, sir. I acknowledge
we were beaten, and took our beating
like men,"
mo one doubts that, Mr.. Sands" said
I, but he took up his newspaper and be-
came absorbed in the news of Wall
street.
MI Hastings said I, looking q, lit
tie Hufl, as 1 iedVe Town SHOfCiy L
should like to lake this opportunity to
ask you in regard to the business trans
action our firm had with YOU"
Come over here" said Uncle Dick. Il
hate to talk across the aisle" We rose
and sat some distance back. and, smok-
ing the stogie he offered me, 1 told him
the story of his niece.
Upon my word" aid he, gravely,
you are a nice pair of children"
She said you would take her part"
Helen is a crazy girl, but her mother
is to blame for this. What a fortunate
thing she missed Pinkney. Now the
question is, What is to be done? You
say you were followed to the Waldorf"
1 assented. I'VE are nearly at the
station" I observed, "and Miss Sands
is in the next car"
why don't you marry her?" he