New-York tribune., 1903-01-18

lane was a Young person of great senSlplll'S
and IMAGINATIVE power. Her enemies SAID she
was sentimental but that was only nan truo'
Jane having read countless romances IN "hlch
love appeared to be the highest state Oh pl9''
decided that if life were to contain any lh'he
important for her she must fall in love as SCUM
ae noesihIe This may seem an easy matter
70 the simply amorous, but to a strict romahti-
rist it presents many difficulties. James INC
led down city street to school, and nome again
r is trua that many young ladies in Madame
Estelle's seminary firted from the WINDOWS
with Young gentlemen on the corner, but TINS
innocent vulgarity was offensive to James sense
of romance She continued reading and o1ded
~ ausnicious occasion for the bestowal of her
heart.
In her fifteenth wear James parents went 10
snand thc summer in the Adirondacks. Jane
decided that this summer should certainly marx
tht great wear of her life. Some one must at
once be found upon whom to hang her ahec-
tons Had not Juliet lived, loved and dled De
fore sne was sixteen? Jane made calculating
survey of herself before she launched upon her
fuest Her blue eyes, black hair and pensl'e'
trooDing mouth were encouraging, but there
was something extensively prosaic about her
short, blue linen dress and large laced boots
limp white muslin and pair of sandal slip
For many days Jane viewed the male popuia-
ton of the lakes with a searching eye She
looked at the venerable beaux with patent
leather shoes and cynic smiles, the college men
with blatant tongues and sweaters, the stodgy
heads of families, the choicely dressed and
vacuous looking youths from city offices, the
agile derisive little boys who moved in gangs
Her heart misgave her. Was it possible that
laoies still found heroes in this throng? Still
she did not despair. There might yet beat some
soul of sentiment under flannel blazer.
One night she standing on the wharf
the little boat that brought visitors to the
hotel presented to her eyes likely subject.
He was leaning against the door of the steamer
IN rather graceful way, with a soft hat al
most imperceptibly tilted on his head. There
was, TO James eye, something both subtle and
dashing about his appearance. Her hopes beat
high He shaking hands with older
girl whom she knew. There to be a hop
at the hotel that night. Perhaps the older girl
would ask him to dance with Jane
The would-be heroine was pink with excite
nent that evening She watched the new guest
Is he crossed the dancing space. He had dark
yes with shadows under them and shadows
'ound his mouth. Jane thought he must work
cry hard. She leaned over and touched her
5lder friend.
"Will-will you introduce me to that man."
he shyly whispered
"Of course" said her companion gayly, beck
5ning to the loiterer. Miss Graves, let me
present Mr. Carson"
Delighted" said Mr. Carson in a weary voice
May / have the pleasure" and he led Jane
out to dance. Afterward they repaired to two
veranda seats in the moonlight. Jane waited
anxiously for her hero to speak, and the hero
spoke He told Jane that she danced beauti-
fully; that it was the best dance he had had
hat evening. He jeered languidly at the col
ege students and said it must be very dull