The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1902-03-26
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{"AFFIANCED,'
{ ST. LOUIS"
By Ruth nimbaii Gardner
Copyright, 1909, by
Ruth Kimba,l Gardiner

1
appear down the magnolia lined ave-
hue.
"Bob's going over the bayou with the
doctor to look at that mare of Stuart's |
I'm thinking of buying" said Seymour.
"She'd make fine mount for you II |
you were going to stay. 1t will BIO |
lonely here when you're gone"
'Will itY asked Priscilla, with In
terest.
YES" answered Seymour ''Bob's |
going too"
"Ohp she said. "Of course, you'll |
miss-Mr. Gilmore and-mamma. Mr. |
Fillmore is going as far as New York |
with us. Why don't you come. too,
Cousin Jack, and 60 to Paris with u.s."
II can't get away" said Seymour.
But Bob will take good care of you.
He's mighty fine fellow. Priscilla,
and l wish he wasn't no set on going
back to st. Louis. but he couldn't
stand the quiet life down here long.
It doesn't suit him. He's not very |
keen about hunting and fishing and the |
country, you know. He likes books |
uhu alt hhu 6OibE bbVut u iVt aHu
things like that"
81 thought all men liked to kill
| things" remarked Priscilla.
Bob doesn't" answered Seymour.
Hes the worst shot you ever-that
is. he doesn't care for shooting. OF
course, IL he tried he could be as fine
shot as anybody. He has knack of
doing everything we'll"
He dances sweetiy.''
Doesn't he. thought" assented Sey-
mour.
And he talks nicely" she continued.
Hes mighty fine fellow" said sey
mour. Il tell you what, Priscilla"
and Seymour stared straight at the
moss pendants ON the live oak with
positive blush, II think the girl that
gets him will be lucky
Prlsclila's eyes danced like the rip
pies on the bay beyond the white shell
road.
Yes, fancy he thinks, so, too" she
aeid -. ------------->
CHATS not nice Of you" Seymour
hastened to say. Hes not that kline
ut all. Bob's not bit conceited, bu
he's-he's mighty fine fellow, and the
girl who gets him will be lucky"
That's precisely what you said be
FORE" observed Priscilla. II have the
sentiment by heart"
II wish you wouldn't guy me, Prls-
cilla," said Seymour. II know I'm an
old duffer when try to talk
you're not a bit older than Mr.. ELL
more, and you're dear"
That's good of you, but you mustn't
think Bob's the sort Of fellow to rate
himself highly. He's M humble us
can be when 1t comes to his opinion Of
himself. He's mighty fine
"If You tell me that again. l shall
scream" said Priscilla. Cant you
think Of anything else"
| Nothing but you," said Seymour.
Priscilla laughed.
You're fond OF Mr.. Gilmore, aren't
your" she asked.
Hes the best friend l have.
should be very sorry indeed to have
well. to have anything happen that
would make him unhappy"
II really believe you've mistaken
your vocation. Cousin Jack. Such
abilities as yours are wasted on a
plantation. You ought to have been
diplomatist. wonder you ever con-
sented to bury yourself here"
"Oh. 1 like 1t here. was born here. |
I'm too big and overgrown to be COM
Portable in city. l need room. !
like the country. It's what I'm fitted |
for. But suppose 1t does seem like
being buried to you. Most northern
people feel that way. l know Bob
does. He's too clever for my kind Of
life. What makes you laugh, Pris-
cillaf'
"Oh." said the girl, idly tracing with
| one finger the name on the polished
old brass doorplate, "the point of a
joke heard last week has just occur
red to me. Do you know" and she re-
garded him critically. you are most
remarkable person2 One moment you
| remind me OF plate glass window,
1 pnd the next you're like-armor plate.
Did anybody ever tell you that about
yourself beforei"
mo-" said Seymour, "and don't
know the least bit what you meas"
Priscilla was studying the doorplate
with interest.
"What funny old letters" she said
"John A. Seymour'-your name and
yo~ fathers and your grandfathers.
He was my step-great-grandfathe
wasn't he? 1t doesn't make us really
Kin at all What does the A stand
for.'
"Ainsworth," answered Seymour.
"Ohw said Priscilla II thought
And she hesitated, faint flush warm
ing the magnolia pallor of her face.
what did you think it stood forf'
he asked
Something besides mischief shone In
the girls eyes.
ri thought" she said slowly-T
thought possibly it might stand for
Alden"
"oh, nor said Seymour. TT stands
for Ainsworth."
1t was Tuesday evening. Seymour
stood on the platform of the railway
station watching the lights OF sshe
northbound train fade into the dusk.
The air seemed to echo with goodbys
He could almost hear Priscilla say
ing:
wen cable you as soon as we iano.
I'll send the code from New YORK.
I'm-I'm SO glad know what that "A
in your name stands for"
Seymour seemed still to hear the