The Washington times. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1902-1939, 1903-02-01

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toilers of the world, and though still
a young man. he had won a place and
name for himself by his own unti-ing
efforts. He was serious by nature and
upright through principle He believed
thoroughly in the gospel of hard work
and knew that success worth having
would not come easily. His life was
earnest, his purpose unfinching, his
amusements few. Ma ,moiseIIe vas
among the latter When he had a par
ticuIarly trying day down town. it rest
ed him TO drop in, on his way to mis-
rooms. at Mrs. Coudert's attractive
home. The drawing room was always
light and airy-anything heavy and
severe being excluded by Ma'moiseTe
whom Mrs Coudert never opposed; and
he could generally have a little chat
with Ma'moiselIe herself It was sure
not to be drain on his intellect. while
his eye was gratifed by the tasteful
surrounding, and his ear amused by The
conversational twitter. although of
Ma moiseIle herself his reason did rot
always approve. It refreshed him even
to scoId her, presumin6 as he often did
upon his old acquaintance and the
fellowship he had had with her brother.
now married and living far away.
He went UP the steps to her house
one afternoon. unusually depressed, on
account of business complications. and
met young Waterbury coming out.
Waterbury was a tall. smootn-faced,
manipulating fellow. with features like
those cut in a cameo, but now pale
and set. He went by Darymplc with
an unsmiling nod, and the latter passed
into the house. Ma'moiseIIe was still
in the drawiug-room, with a couutc-
nance that told no tales. but was as
serene and fresh as usual. It was al
surd, he thought, that she should LOOK
so young; and 1t made him angry TO
find her so smiling and unrufled when he
thought OF the despair that he had read
in the eyes of the man just gone out
What have you been doing 10 that
boy" he asked. after he had shaken
hands and drawn chair up near to her.
She laughed and flushed little as
she replied:
Nothing. 0 father confessor. except
to tell him how foolish he was. Tea p
she asked questioningly. turning to the
cups on the low table beside her, and
picking up a thin slice of lemon with
the tongs
No, thanks" he said shortly: you
know that I hate the stuff I only take
hot lemonade when have a cold"
Ma'moiseIe scored one word in her
small mind. L was grumpy" so she
waxed more amiabIe herself She moved
her chair back a little and faced him.
Putting two small feet, in ridicuIousIy
pointed. high-heeIed slippers. ca q low
footstooI in front Of her. she let her
head rest on the back of her chair and
her hands drop, in a resigned fashion,
into her lap.
What is it, Josiah?" she asked, look
ing at him in a quizzicaI way-she al
ways called him Josiah when she want
ed to tease hfm-''what Is troubling your
soul now"
He got up and commenced to pace the
floor before replying Then he leaned
against the mantelpiece and looked
down at her She felt that he was in
one Of his most disappearing moods. bnt
glanced Up at him innocentIy.
4 was thinking Of young Waterbury"
he said. quite seriously 7 am sorry
for him"
She turned her head q little uneasiIy.
For being so foolish2" she asked.
gazing up at the ceiling
No" he replied; he couldn't pre-
vent that But YOU might have done So
Why did you not tell him that you were
foolish at the beginning Of the winter?
Why did you let him play the devoted
knight to you. going about with you and