Wauwatosa news. [volume] (Wauwatosa, Wis.) 1900-1948, 1902-07-26
AN ANGEL IN DISGUISE.
BY GUY wETMORE CARRYL.

The long train ratified frantically past
the last group of outlying frame build
ings, surged between two lines of empty
freight cars, and then, with an agreeable
decrease of clamor settled down for the
unbrOken spin from Long Island city to
Jamaica. The train boy, having COM
pleted three pilgrimages confded his
newspapers, candy and magazines to
their resting place forward in the
smoker. Only an occasional snatch of
conversation among the passengers
varied the roar of the flying wheels-a
roar sufficiently insistent, however, to
distract the steadiest Of nerves.
John Weatherley put mis- paper aside
with sigh of resignation, realizing that
4 survey of the monOtonOus panorama
which was sweeping past the car win
dow would be an open door to thoughts
he had vowed to forget. He fought
feebly for time against the temptation
to recall the past, but it would not be
repuised, and he soon abandoned the
struggle and gave free rein to fancy
1t was all so familiar, thar stretch of
bleak meadow with its jungles of rank
grass, broken here and there by dark and
stagnant waterways. lie seemed to
know every inch of it, and found that
he was instinctively looking ahead fer
clearly remembered landmarks Yet it
was five years since he had seen them
and each of those five had been full of
life and color aud mover experience. John
Weatherley of today, the young mining
engineer, whose judgment was the pole
star of great syndicate, and whose
weekly income touched four figures. was
q different man from the student at the
School of Mines, who half n decade be-.
fore had taken his heart out into Long
nd loo - 81 I
brook pines A different man certainly.
and more conspicuous-but a happier?
That was a question which asked itself,
and to which, perforce, he had to answer
no. Months of exposure to Montana
suns and SHOWS had aged him. and re-
sponslblllty was penciling his forehead.
but. deep down under the cold confident
manner which the syndicates president
had once called "a hallmark of capaci
ty,' lay memory, like stream that
yearns for June under its shroud Of De
cemher ice The familiar landscape was
indClibly associated in his mind with
journeYings to the home of Dorothy Fen
ton, who with Il face made out of
rose, had stepped into his life and left
a footprint which not even the rude
tread of experience had been able to OBJ
literate.
The grinding of the air brakes as the
train Slid to a standstill at the Jamaica
station aroused him from his reverie,
and then, as the door swung open to adj
init thrOng of passengers, his heart
surged to his throat. After many day.
1t was the work of an instant to shift
his valise from the seat beside him to
the floor, and then. hat in hand, ho
rose TO meet her. When and how the
conversation began he never knew, but
details We're trivialitics. Dorothy was
with him, her words, like chords of
n hA
violets she was wearing came the faint.
sweet scent which had pursued him
through all the nights and days since
he had left her. 1t was enough.
This is an unexpected pleasure, he
found himself saying, with conventional
politeness.
II have been making duty call in
Jamaica" answered the girl. You know
the call of duty is not to be disregarded,
or | should not be here
Weatherby smiled.
''Then blessings light upon the call of
duty" he said. You are still living at
Lynbro0k.
Yes, we are still at The Pines. love
the old place. | never expect TO leave it..
And You | have heard great things of
you. and l am really quite proud 10 be
an old friend of the famous Mr.. John
Weatherley. Where do you happen to be
bound for at the present moment !!
o babN ION. Inc PItSlbCHl " thS
New York and Cape Colony Mining
Company lives there. and I'm going out
for a farewell consultation with him. To
tell you Il state secret, | expect 10 leave
for Cane Town tomorrow by way of
London. | have my choice of that or Il
position in the New York office"
Il wish YOU had time 10 stop al Lyn-
brook" resumed Dorothy. 1T is an age
since we have seen you at The Pines.
and am anxious TO find out whether
YOU are not very much the same Jack
Weatherley | used to know.
almost answered the man. Time
makes few changes in essentials, but the
! wrinkles are beginning to come, and yes
terday found n gray hair. | see, how
| ever. that the compliment may he far
more fifty applied TO you. | seem to have
| left you only last week. You are the
same Dorothy Fenton. except
! "ENcept--F'
Except" he added softly. that YOU
are more beautiful-ten times more beau
| tiful"
To this there was no answer. and the
| small boy took silence for encourage
| ment.
II wants those flowers"
His lip Quivcred, and the bits Of Delft
grew moist. The stout lady slumbered,
I obviously.
"Perseveriug young man. that" said
| Weatherley.
| so persevering that he shall have
what he wants" answered Dorothy.
She separated n third of the violets from
| the bunch Mt her belt. and gave them
| into the eager little outStretehed hand.
Il wants EN- air. said the small boy.
| Dorothy surrendered the remaining
| yiolets with a laugh.