The Scranton tribune. [volume] (Scranton, Pa.) 1891-1910, 1901-11-06

bunch of delicious Parma violets, the
gift of John Gordon. her iiance, pinned
| on her coat.
Suddenly she came to an abrupt stop
In the gathering dusk she could just
discern through the long. low library
windows OF the Westinsh house home the
outline of a familiar form. John Cor
| don. she knew. often called there for he
and George Westinghouse were college
| chums and still continued their init
macy. 1t was not the fact of his being
there. but his attitude that reused her
suspicious. 1t was surely his figure,
but WHY was he sitting there leaning
! on his elbow, his hand on his cheek
and his head bent toward another fig
| ure on the other side of the CRATE fire.
That position of III" head, she had
| learned only that day. meant affection.
the hand on the cheek and the elbow
! both indicated the same. surely
| George Westinghouse could have ellie
! tied no such demonstration OF feeling,
| ana the only conclusion was that EliZ-
abeth Dixon. a beautiful Kentucky
| cousin then visiting the house, was the
happy being. Had not John himself
, confessed that he had known her in
ing remained but to confront him with
his treache,y that evening when he
came Ia call and Ia offer him the
proofs. which We're plainly incontcst-
able.
1t Was 1t Very diSconSo1at" bur never
rhcicss determined little figure ;hat
slowly descended the broad staircase
some hours later in response to
niI1) " hut |.
Gordon is watn' for yc." This rX-
preston was something new on her
pretty face. and Bridget, noticing. Do.
cided that "the Oud Dilsate man" was
al tho bol tom of IL and prepared tn
make 4 few vestigations herself IN
the interest of science and incidentally
Of curiosity. AS the rest of the fam
ily had gone u,t for the evening, she
stationed herself at i convenient key
hole and carefully noted every detail of
the scene that followed.
John Gordon jumped mp to greet his
ilunroe as she entered. but hor expires
sion stonpci him before II" had ad-
vaNceu halfway across the room.
"Mr. Gordon" she began, II thank
heaven ylat | have been allowed To
pursue my studies in human expression
MS far as have
'Shurc," calculated Bridget, S.,tto
Nocr; "it's Ihat same craythur."
As for John Gordon, not having had
he previous enlightenment with which
The irish maid had been favored. hr
oou!u only gasp, why, Norma, what
do you mean? M'hat has happened?"
Il mean, Nh Gordon" contnucr
Norma, "tha,, having had the advant-
a, nf hS ,,f I hn
dcrful science Of Delsartc, / was able
to read the es,irc meaning Of your atti-
tudc as YOU sat in the Westinghouse
library when PASSED this afternoon"
MY attitude. This afternoon West
iMahousr library" exclaimed John.
"Shure now nin't that q pity her
'sryin' on thc poor young man, an un-
ho kuoWnst iille that" commented
Bridget from her vantage ground.
II will say no more about it, de-
cared Norma. You know with whom
YOU were talking at that hour and place
and what YOU were saying. do poi
care 10 know. Your attitude revealed |
everything Ia me-
The young man VAS recovering some
what by this time. Norma, he sen- |
sible," hc said NJ last. 1T is not the |
custom nowadays 10 condemn u man |
mheard. | want you TO tell me exact
ly what you saw me doing in the Nest |
inghouse library this afternoon"
Pretty Norma held her head higher |
II do not care to hear you explain" " |
said she. You have heard me. Sci |
ence is truth always. This is the end. =" |
"ooch. howly Moses Listen to that,
will YET" exclaimed Bridget.
Then you send me away like this