The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1903-11-04
Cupid and the
Cash Carrier
By BENIN MUS SON
Copyright. la1J. by T. {. Mcclure


survivor of the original firm, sat at
roll top desk In his private Office
pignltied, gray haired and sedate
WAS MIR, Remington. and lie looked
thoughtful us he leaned back In his
revolving chair aud tapped the edge
of his desk with II square envelope of
rough blue paper. The envelope con
tained an invitation to reception to
be given 10y Mrs. Eleanor Chase, the
widow of one of the former partners
of the house and n society woman
Mr., Remington was not society
man, and ii was of his son Jack, aged
twenty two, that he thought as he fin
gered the envelope and of Eleanor
Chase's daughter Nancy.
He rose, opened II door which led In.
TO the main part of the store and,
threading the maze of aislcS, made his
way to the silk counter There stood
Jack, who was working his way
through the various departments of the
business. devoting the charms of his
personality 10 the display of roll of
silk to one of crowd of well dressed
women
Mr.. Remington looked on approx ing
~ as his handsome son concluded ne
gotlations with the woman, took II bin
from her and. inclosing 1t In II little
nickel plnted ease, placed II III the re-
ceptacle of the cash carrier. lie pulled
II cord, and the box shot up TIL il
reached the narrow lines of metal,
whence 1t WINS whlskcd with business
like precision 10 the cyrie of the cash
Ter.
As jack turned To another customer
his father waited; then, recognizing
the purchaser of the silk, he stepped
forward and engaged her In conversa-
ton
Presently the nickel plated case shot
bnek over the carrier and dropped
with an assertive click into It's recepta-
Gle. Mr.. Remington released II, reliev-
cd II of Its contents and, with II brief
"I'll give Mrs Waldron her change
Jack" which received nm answering
nod from the young man, handed the
money to the woman.
But Remington senior did not give
her all That the case contained. lie
withheld II small piece of folded white
paper, which he regarded idly for II
moment then opened Written across
1t In hastily formed characters We're
the words:
at is nm age I'LL tomorrow night,
dearest"
The old gentleman held the paper
nearer To his eyes and read the mes
sage again. Then he looked nj his son,
who was talking nnImatcdly. Then he
refolded the paper carefully, placed II
In his vest pocket and walked slowly
away. He went to another pnrt Of the
store. from which he could get II view
OF the cashiers post, md looked up.
There among the convcrging wires
OF the cash carrier was II high desk.
and over its top protrudcd head OF
wavy brown hair. and occasionally ~
its owner reached for the metal cases
Mr.. Remington caught sight Of the
pretty, refined fnce of Gertrude Terry.
his cashier
The old gentleman watched the girl
for awhile, then went to his private
office and again seated himself mt his
desk He drew the piece of white
paper from his pocket and looked at
II thoughtfully. Then he turned his
attention to the square. blue envelope
T..
ton and glanced from one To the other,
as though weighing In his mind the
value OF each.
Perhaps the memory Of his own mar
ried life. spent with n woman of so
ciety. whose tastes and temperament
were nj variance with his own passed
In mental review. The many nights
he hud sat at his lonely Preside while
his wife was attending functions to
which he had little inclination to follow
her may have intrudcd themselves on
his reflections Whatever his thoughts
and they contained no bitterness for
the woman who was gone he kept
them to himself,
lie did not say anything 10 Jack
when they left the store together ex-
cept to tell him that lie had some prl
yatc business to attend 10 and might
be late for their I O'Clock dinner. Then
he gave the driver of his coupe an ad
dress and presently alightcd mt n small
frame house.
His ring was answered by gray
haired old man who walked with diff
Guilty. He seemed greatly surprised to
see Mr.. Remington. When the latter
was seated In the little parlor he re-
garded the invalid with kindly interest.
"Well, Max. am sorry that time has
not dealt better with YOU" he said ut
last. ITS long cry back TO our col
lego days. isn't IT.
Old Max Terry sank painfully Into a
chair. "The last time you were in this
house." he answered slowly. was to
attend my wlfe's funeral. No: time has
not been oyergood to me. but don't
II want you to tell me OF her" said
Remington, and he drew his cashiers
father on to talk OF the mother and
wife.
The rich old merchant listened
while Max Terry told OF
years spent In perfect companlonship.
years during which his ambition to be-
come great musician had slowly SUI
fered collapse. but which had been
lightened aud beautl6ed by the sympa-
thy OF devoted, loving woman whose
soul was attuned 10 his.
When he had flushed Mr. bennington
was leaning forward In his chair. "And
now that she Is gone you have your
daughter left" he said gently.
Yes. She's just like her mother
thank heaven" responded Max Terry
bnck, with II sigh.
At thai moment the front door was
opened bnskly, steps sounded along the
hall, and Gertrude Terry entered the
parlpf, She stopped abruptly when she
saw the visitor.
Il have been telling Mr. Remington