The St. Johns herald., 1901-11-23
GO HE proudest sometimes unbend,
 and the botanical gardens were.

for one afternoon. thrown of their usual reserve. Ordinary folks had only to come across Regents park from Chester gate and present card al the entrance to the gardens, and the bowler hated old gentleman at the gate welcomed them as though they were most important members. Miss Llewellyn and Master Kenneth Waller her friend, walked on the grass in the direction of the music.
 Anybody you know here, Miss Lle- wellyn"
 "I don't suppose so, Kenneth" You don't know many people, do you, Miss Llewellyn?
 "Very fewr'
 Wonder at that" said the small boy, because you're not bad looking, you know. Did you use to come here when you were well off? Do they sell lemonade here?'
 Seems possible. You think that ev- erybody ought to have plenty of friends?"
 Plenty of friends" said Kenneth, wisely, but one in particular. Won der how old you are"
 That" said the young woman, good temperedly, "that is the only question, Kenneth, that you must never put to a lady"
 ''I should guess" he said critically, as they sat down in the low chairs near the refreshment tent and watched the people, that you were about 26." Miss Miss Llewellyn gave quaint gesture of horror. Well, 9, then. Fancyw The small boy whistled amazedly. Twenty-Five and not married yet"
 Young man," said Miss Llewellyn, flushing and affecting tone of great severity. "I find your conversation much too personal. You would like lem onade, think, and two pieces of cake"
 The scarlet coated band perched on seats near the glass house, with crowd of smartly dressed folks in front of them, started a cheerful selection from comic opera. Miss Llewellyn, con- | posed young woman in an ordinary way. as young women are who work for their living, found herself in quite a delightful mood. Music can do much when it tries.
 "Of course" said her candid guest, with cake at his mouth, 'I don't mean to say that you mightn't get married even now. had an aunt once who was close upon 30 before she could get any one to look at her."
 1.-The instance is encouraging, Ken meth. Don't eat too fast, mind"
 "Still," said the youth. wisely, If were girl should be jolly careful not to miss good opportunity. Are those orchids they're carrying there? Hasn't that chap got brown face who's tell. ing the men where to take them? Seem to have seen him somewhere before. Shouldn't like to be an orchid, should you, Miss Llewellyn? Why, you'd have to grow out in South America, and peo- pie would have fearful trouble to find you, and risk their lives HulloI Brown-faced chaps coming this way"
 Miss Llewellyn looked up, and then looked down again quickly and for a moment her face went rather white. Her hand trembled as she held it out.
 MT. Bradley" she said. How do you do? did not expect to see you here."
 ''I did not expect to see you again anywhere" he said.
 There was a pause that comes after fha hoY Ofr al Ter, not having spoken for quite half a minute, felt that he was in some dan ger of heinz overlooked, and coughed
 ''This is my little friend Kenneth Waller" she said. Kenneth, this Is Mr. Bradley"
 Whats the matter with your face?" asked the small boy. Have you been abroadY MT. Bradley placed broad fist on the round iron table and leaned down to- ward Master Waller good-naturedIy. | He seemed as confused at the meeting as Miss Llewellyn and as unprepared 1 for conversation.
 'I have been abroad, young man. I've | been hunting orchids"
 Are you home for good now?" asked | Kenneth.
 Miss Llewellyn gripped the parasol | that rested in her lap with both hands. | ''I can't do any good at home," said MT. Bradley. Il am off again to South America in day or two"
 "Why don't you stay in London?"
 Nobody asks me to stay"
 Should have thought" said Master Waller, 'that you could have got some body to do that. Have you got any foreign postage stamps about you?"
 Friendship between the two gentle men was cemented and made perma- nent by the production of several for eign stamps and an envelope to place them in. People were coming up to the refreshment tent now, the band having decided to rest for half an hour and recover breath, and Master Waller invited MT. Bradley to take his chair.
 You don't mind?" asked Bradley of Miss Llewellyn.
 Not at all," she said, politely.
 May smoke?"
 "Let me strike the match" interposed Master Waller. I'm awfully good at that. And tell us some of your adven- tures."
 "They wouldn't interest Miss Llewel- lyn."