The Wichita daily eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1890-1906, 1901-07-04
CONOUEREQ.


You will meet Donald Harrington, Mrs
Farrington's son, tonight lie has just
returned from seven years abroad. OF
course, 1 don't wish to influence you
Jocelyn, but If you should marry him
now happy I would be. Eta Harrington,
you know, has always been my closest
friend. But there; I won't influence you
at all. dear
Poor, deluded woman. She ssrely sid
not understand her daughter, or she
would never have spoken as she did, for
no sooner did Joyce hear that she ought
10 marry this man than she conceived a
cordial dislike for him. With this dis
gust uppermCst in her mind she and her
mother eutered the brilliant rooms where
Mrs Harrington was receiving. Joyce
breathed q sigh OF relief when she saw
her hostess standing alone and as soon as
she had spoken her few words Of greeting
she moved away lest the dread Donald
appear.
She was Immediately made the center
OF a merry group and introductiOns were
plenty, fer everyone wanted TO meet the
pretty Miss Gordon Suddenly she caught
sight OF Mrs. Harrington making her way
TO their corner On the arm Of an insipid
young man.
Here, then, was the hated harrington.
Turning quickly 10 a tall man at her side
palm room?" and with bright word 70
her friends she swept rapidly away, so
rapidly in fact, that she was almost lead
ing the man ar her side.
Once in the little room she sank into a
low chair ard looked up at him. Pray
pardon me for taking you away from your
friends, she said. "You need not stay
it"
Il would Ike TO stay, please. I am al
most a stranger here"
You. toO?" she Inquired. II came
away to avoid a stranger"
Indeed" he murnured. She seemed
lost in thought for 2 fun moment then
leaning toward him she said: Listen,
If your mother wished your marriage 10
somebody you had never seen. who was
a wonder Of perfection, wouldn't you hate
the unknown? And wouldn't you run IL
you saw that somebody spproaching?'
For a moment the man looked uncOm-
Portable, and then he asked Surely you
were not in such a predicament?" The
girl nodded, laughing.
$50 am the deliverer Of beauty IN dis
tress'
For which you will receive my life
long gratitude" replied Jocelyn, and here
a party Of girls swooped down and car
ride her OF.
Some time later the man reused him
sci. ~ II PDSlDlG5 Nc nuLtCftls ANetl
mothers paragon has crept into my
heart? I see through mothers cheme now
to marry her--but her prejudices would
be so hard to overcome. Jocelyn, what a
pretty name, and I used to hate the
sight of it in mothers letters"
tAh, Donald" cried his mother, COM
ing in, Il have searched for you every
were. I want you TO meet Miss Gordon,
you know. She IS In the library now.
She is the dearest" and so en- until they
reached the library. But instead Of the
he found q cold naughty woman Of the
world. She turned languidly toward the
door as It opened and in an instant her
face dimplsd and grew family rosy
You ere again my deliverer," she
laughed.
Are you already acquainted?" aueried
Mrs. Harrington in amazement.
Yes, indeed" answered Joyce. But
we don't know each others names. Why
do people humble so when they are Civ
ing introductions?' Then turning 70 Mrs.
Harrington, she continued: II thought
you were going tc bring
why, did. This is my son. Joyce"
Instantly the laughter died out Of her
piquant face and she threw up her head
in a little blaze of anger, but thinking
better Of It she laughed and held out her
nauO 10 the man. Mrs. arlington WIN
drew, nodded wisely to herself
"Of course, you see through the schema
which has been planned by our respective
Mothers said the girl, blushing furious
~ But we viii forget about it and be
friends" viii We2'
I'VE win be friends" he said holding
her small hand IN both his closely.
Six months late Royce and Donald stole
out Of q little country church and entered
the waiting team. AS they left the vii
lage Donald Harrington turned 10 the
little woman at his side:
we forgot mothers scheme nicely,
didn't we, dear?" The girl laughed hap
PLY and pressed her lips TO a bright new
wedding ring on her fnger.-Boston Post.