Essex County herald. [volume] (Guildhall, Vt.) 1873-1964, 1901-04-19
CHAPTER XVIII.
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the day we first metz!
We were In the morning room Of the
Wentworth mansion at b. Phyllis.
Pembroke and ! sat before the warm
crate. while Mrs. Wentworth and Eth
81 stood by one OF the windows COM
paring some shades of ribbon. Ny
presence at b was due to a wire !
had sent to New York. which Informed
headquarters that | was on the track
of a great sensation. The return wire
had said. Keep on it,"
when first we metz" echoed Phyl-
lis. why. II was at Block Island"
oh" said |, Il do not refer TO the
time when you had shouldered the re-
sponsibilities Of a society bud. | mean
the time when the Introduction was
most Informal You were at the time
selling lemonade without license and
with very little lemon"
Selling lemonader' cried Pembroke.
Never mind him, Mr.. Pembroke"
laughed Phyllis.
1T was a long time ago" | went on.
Il was new reporter Mr.. Wentworth
had to be interviewed. 1t was one of
those hot days in May. The servant at
the door said that Mr.. Wentworth was
in the back yard-he called IL the gar
den-where | soon found mYself. You
had small table, glass and pitch
er. | suppose every time your uncle
got thirsty you sold him a glass. You
wore short dresses
"Terrible!" cried Phyllis, shielding
her face with the hand screen.
And looked as cool as the ice in
the pitcher and as fresh as the flowers
which lined the walls. | thought that
If bought a glass of you might make
my approach to your uncle an easier
task. So | looked at you and smiled,
and you giggled."
"Giggled.' cried Phyllis Indignantly.
Pembroke was laughing.
"Yes, actually giggled," l went on.
81 laid down q p cent piece, and you
poured out some water which had had
nothing more than a mild filtration
with a lemon, and | gulped it down. l
held out my hand, and you said that
there wasn't any change. | smiled a
false smile. Let me make Il confes-
sion"
"Welly mockingly from Phyllis.
at was my last quarter. 1t was very
pathetic | had to walk four miles
down town | did not know your uncle
we'll enough, or should have borrowed
car fare from him"
"And | took your last penny?" said
Phyllis gently. "Why did you not tell
me them"
81 was % and proud" said I. where
are you going?" for she had risen.
"Ill be back in a moment" she said
as she left the room. When she return
ed, she put out her hand. On the palm
lay two bright American dimes.
"What's this?" | asked.
"The change"
VERY good!' laughed Pembroke.
said nothing but took out my wal
let. In opening it to put in the dimes
something fell to the floor. 1t was
Gretchen's rose.
"NWhat is that?' asked Phyllis as
stopped to pick it up.
at is the end of a story" l answer.
ed. | busted myself with the fire till
the poker grew too hot.
How many romances commonplace
wallets containr' said Pembroke sen
tentiously.
II have two in mine," said |.
Pembroke looked at Phyllis, but the
fire seemed to be claiming her atten
ton. Then be looked at me, but was
gazing at Phyllis. He was in puzzle
DO you know, Miss Landors." he
said, that | never dreamed to NEE
you again when l saw you in Vienna
last Year,
"ViennaY said she. II have never
been to Vienna"
| suddenly brought down my heel OF
Pembroke's toes.
"Ah, a curious mistake On my part
suppose the ball at the ministry to
night will be your first on the cont
nent?'
1 gaZed admiringly at him. He haC
not even looked at me. He was Ger
talnly clever.
Yes" said Phyllis, land already
believe | am going to have what the,
call stage fright, though | cannot un
derstand why | should feel that way.
Possibly it's a premonition," salt
absently.
And of WHAT" asked Phyllis
How should know" said l mys
teriously.
What in the world is going on?
she demanded you step on Nj
Pembroke's toes, you prophesy an,
then you grow Mysterious
My glance and Pembroke's met. II
burst out laughing. A possible contre
temps was averted by the approach O
Mrs. Wentworth, who asked us to hav
cup OF chocolate before we went on
into the chill air Finally we rose t
make our departure While Pembrok
was bidding Ethel a good morning
Phyllis spoke to me.
The last flowers you sent me wer
roses" she said softly.
Were they" said |. 81 had fol
gotten. Shall | send you some 70
this EVENING""
1t was something In her eyes that
did not understand
THANK you, but Mr.. Pembroke ha
promised to do that" And then sh
added, 80 you have really had tw
rOmanceS?"
Eyes" said I, "and both ended bat
ly."
Let us hope that the third will b
of happier termination" she smiled
The smile caused me some uneasines
There never will be a third" saiC
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