New-York tribune., 1903-07-10

of course. Bradford did not know He was
looking for Marion Craven. and presently he dis
covered her. in a corner with Kate. Kate was 1
talking animatedIy. and Miss Craven was /
flushed a trife.
Hope don't interrupt.
No"
Miss Craven wish you would do ne great
favo~-the kind OF favor which Will deliver me I
helpless into your hands
I shant know what TO do with you but I'll
be glad TO grant the favor"
DO you see that little girl in gray"
Which little girl in gray? Even 7 am wear
ing gray This is a gray year, Mr.. Bradford"
Il mean the one with her uncle. the pickle
maker. yonder. The one who makes the gray
look springIike; you can't miss her"
DO you mean to imply that the rest OF US
make it look sere. Mr. Bradford? In the name
OF the Prophet-thanksr'
Bradford reflected that he had never liked
Marion Craven-which was not true; IT was
merely the reflex Of his embarrassment But he
( hastened to say. with a smile.
I've met her, you see but I'm afraid she may
not remember it. it was hurried I want some
| body influential to vouch for me"
Miss Craven vouched for him, and in a mo-
nent he found himself bowling 10 the young
| woman he had been speculating about Her
name, he learned, was Power-Auy Power. For
! the first time he could see her fairly.
/ She was very young-not more than nineteen.
] When she spoke his name her voice was as cool
| as trout brook in August For description
OF her face as 1t appeared to Bradford one must
| refer to the dictionary, in the vague hope. as
! Mark Twain put it to the interviewer, Of tree
/ ing her in the appendix But then Bradford
| was quite ready to be impressed To Marion
| Craven she seemed a pretty. quiet. well bred
| young woman, with a good deal Of strength
ready to show itself in the curves Of the mouth
some day; and Miss Craven was a much closer
| observer than Bradford was. She talked with
them moment. and then. like a tactful hostess,
slipped away.
'I asked her to introduce me-" said Bradford.
because I thought in the hurry Of the station
the other night you probably didn't notice my
face, and might not remember me"
Il remember you very we'll she answered.
You live in Carfax?'
"Oh yes"
Have you been coming out to Mrs. Craven's
teas often? It's odd we haven't met. She IS
very good to me; she let's me ramble among the
salted almonds I please"
II have never been here before"
Just out, Bradford fancied: she had probably
been in boarding school fifteen months before.
when he had left Carfax. He dredged his brain
for something admirable to say, but brought
up only commonplace. which he hesitated TO
he was inclined to believe that America had
found a way to abrogate the laws OF heredity.
| She was no more like her mountainous uncle
| than a pearl is like brick She seemed not 70
mind the silence, and they sat quietly moment
Across the room that uncle was holding sonor-
Gus conversation with DR.. Craven, and the
| words came to their ears with dirninution OF
| force.
Expansion is the motto Of the country
they heard him say. Everything Is branching
out. We need to follow the rule of the times
Why should Carfax young men 20 away from
Carfax 70 study law or medicine or theology;
, | Young men from the outside ought 70 be coming
here for those branches. Carfax is the centre
Of the country's manufacturing. in some lines
! at least"-he was thinking OF the pickle ousi
ness. reflected Bradford. cynically-"wh1 ny
shouldn't we make it the centre Of the country
? in education as weu?" He squared his shoul
ders till the president was hidden from view
. and the I'VE" seemed TO represent only Muir
docb,s roassiveness. Probably the presiden
made some reply. but it failed 10 reach BradIorC
and Miss Power.
.eYour uncle makes himself heard. doesn't he?'
ventured Bradford.
..such men as that" voice cried in his ear
? are the curse OF America They are raw mate
rialisrn They have no ideals, because Ideals
have no price on the stock exchange MISS
NIangler stood before them
miss Mangler-present Miss Power rnur'
INJURED Bradford. gently Never oe1ors Hao IL
welcomed the coming Of The Curse
you were speaking Of my uncle ll9 IeI
Mice Power indiferentIy. Miss Mangler heard
IoolA1 conprehended. gasped and fed Brad
ford chuckled.
You did that beautifully he corillIlsn.s--
..eba seems foolish woman" said Miss Power
Bradford could have applauded her serenity
L5a vas growing sure every moment that llls
diamond was not paste
"At anv rate" he said 7 an glad you re
- membered me" bar
remember you longer than that. Nj Brao-oiu I
I is ,-ou who have forgotten that heard you
sing"
=, You have remembered that tooF
~ Is odd" said Bradford irrelevantly, thai
= Mr.. Murdoch should be your uncle
n 'rWhy?" .-,.-,,--
.T don't know why" he confessed. foolsnly
r.. 800 from her fresh young beauty TO Mur
docb Alas for him! the pickle maker causnI NJ NJ
-, 80 - ,anoe over. He seized Bradford
80 ,t+b so loud an expression OF good VII
80 g.. right almost have been called cheer
va, rs Young Bradford! Well this Is agree
able" ..--r.-..
/ - ,,assf1v He felt somehow efaced-
rubbed away ,z,- -,+,
.eE5ov-s all with you?" inquired Murdocn' WIZ
n L.-f,1 bAartiness Been in any more wrecks
9 aba You've discovered Amy, / see ohe hA'
+a,.a5 enough about you the last day or two
2 go- Jealous finally. said Look mere : pune pune
T1ro or three out myself; give ne little creoI-
von,r vou2 But ii didn't do a bit OF good
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