The Jennings daily record., 1902-05-23

CaTOIne, II you Wllt--
But won't" Caroline frowned.
you've been such a DEAR Miss Van
Horn spoke vehemently-it was Miss
Van Horns mother who gave the house
party-"and you look perfectly beauti-.
full lying back among those cushions!
1t won't be long until dinner, and he is
very clever, and you are clever,
and"
Very WE'LL Miss Nicholson gave
little sigh. Who is he?" she asked.
but Miss Van Horn was out of hearing.
Miss Van Horn recrossed the long
portico to the vine-shadowed corner
where the hammock swung slowly,
presented MIR. Barringer to Miss Mich
olson, and departed.
Miss Nicholson regarded her long,
slim hands as if she saw them for the
first time; she turned them over and
looked attentively at the pink palms.
Mr.. Barringer's moody eyes were fixed
on her.
It's very hard to amuse clever
men, Miss Nicholson's voice was
plaintive. Last night there was a
young congressman at dinner. l knew
was to go out to dinner with him. so
l studied political questions all day
Cuba the outlook in Porto Rico, the
improvement in the Philippines. l de-
termined to shine, and l had absolute
ly no opportunity. I don't believe
ref1ectively. that he talked of any
body or anything but myself. He said
my lips were like cherries after rain.
l think they are more like woodland
berries, don't you?" The girls eyes
were lifted to quickly retreat behind
=
were mountain mists; and my hair
silken, golden mesh. | was sorry he
came down to platitudes when he
mentioned my hair. 1t was disappoint-
Ing in the congressman. But perhaps
you are not interested in congress
men,
am not
I'm baseball!" hopefully.
No"
"In golf?" pleadingly.
No"
you dance?"
NO"
you must be very stupid person."
Miss Nicholson said. Il think it is
easier to amuse the congressman"
Mr.. Brewster Barringer was silent.
ASN
lilies that Gwayed below them. A very
little smile twitched the corners of her
mouth.
II met a Mr.. Brewster Barringer
down in Florida one winter" she said.
He was engaged to girl who was Wis
iting the Peytons. But perhaps you
are not interested in the Peytons. IT
you are not" in a severe tone, Il win
m
tude.'
81 am interested in the girl who Wis
tied the Peytons," he admitted.
oh" her red lips parted suddenly,
disclosing ravishing dimples and the
eleam of regular teeth.
But Mr.. Brewster Barringer was
watching a dusky moth drift toward
the mass of brilliant lilies.
1.-The girl was called a flirt, but 1
don't think she meant to firt. She
couldn't be UNCONSCIOUS of the admira-
tion she received. She was rather a
pretty girl. you know"
II shouldn't have used that adjec-
tive" the man said. grfmly. and this
time he saw the fash of Miss Nichol-
cons smile.
"No." she was still smiling. He had
suddenly decided that q deep dimple
on the left side Of lips that parted in a
sweet, eager way WAS the loveliest
thing in the world.
.'The girl was glad there were men
in the world who loved her. all women
are" Into Miss Nicholson's voice
there had suddenly come an earnest
note. They plead with her, or sighed
before her; but pleading or signing
her nature retreated before their ad-
vance. Then Mr.. Brewster Barringer
came into her life. He didn't belong
to her world. She was rich, society
girl: he hadn't penny that he didn't
earn for himself. and was different
from the men she knew-meR of the