Evening star., 1903-08-22
Copyright, 1908, by VIM. H. osborns)

DR. John Bartholomew made a courtly
bow The tall young fellow facing him
seemed just bit embarrassed 1t was this
man that Dr John Bartholomew addressed
MY young friend. Peters," he remarked,
for you ! have in store great surprise
Instinctively the glance of Peters shifted
to the third person who was present inns
third person was a woman-a young Wo-
man. To Peters mind. judging from her
outward appearance. this girl was one of
the most beautiful young women that this
old world ever held DR.. John Bartholo-
new turned 10 this young woman and
touched her upon the sleeve.
Mrs John Bartholomew" he continued,
lightly. this Is my young friend and my
good friend, Mr.. Holdworthy Peters, one of
the limbs of the law"
Peters. in his momentary embarrassment
and surprise. was at "a loss just what to
say. He was aCutely conscious that TINS
beautiful young woman was looking neither
to the right nor to the left, but straight
into his eyes He bowed TO her and
blushed.
reters and the old doctor were great
friends There was something In the
broad-shouldered energy of the young fell
low that had attracted the doctor, and
something In the picturesque quaintneSs OF
the old scholar that had attracted Peters
This was the first time they had met since
the old mans return from trip abroad
and he was right when he said that this
wife of his a surprise to Peters. Who
she was or where the doctor met her
Peters never knew. and knows not TO this
day. That she possessed refinement and in
telleCt there could be no question. She
was well hammered and we'll poised. But
Fhy John Bartholomew, with his peculiar
temperament had picked her out or why
She had picked him out, was beyond all
comprehension. Peters assumed, neverthe-
less. and perhaps he was more than half
right. that she had been attracted by the
Did fellows wealth, which was consider
able
Now. Holdworthy Peters, said the doc
tor on that first evening al the hour of
parting, don't let this-this change in my
condtion-make any difference with you.
Be sure of that"
mo. don't" eagerly repeated Mrs. John
Bartholomew.
You come around here" continued the
old doctor. just when and as often a you
please. and there's always your pipe and
your chair in the corner-and well talk
about the same old things in the same old
way"
His study was upon the second floor He
did not descend with Peters to the door
but Mrs. John Bartholomew did. When
they reached the floor below she held cat
her hand. AS Peters took ii he felt her
warm fingers close upon his. and something
thrilled him nothing up to that time had
ever done. And as he took her hand she
looked into his eyes.
Mr.. Peters,, sand Mrs. John Barthol-
omew. Il hope to see you often both for
the doctors sake"-she paused for an in
stant and then went on in a much lower
voce-'and for my own" she added
Holdworthy Peters head whirled as he
left the place-he knew not why. He has
tened home and threw himself into a
chair by an open window and thought
about old John Bartholomew-and his
strange young wife. Something, he knew
not what, impelled him suddenly TO make a
light and TO stand before his chevaI glass
in the corner and see what like he was
He felt no vanity in recognizing the fact
that he was young and tall and broad