The San Francisco call., 1903-09-27

"Sir, she is so,~ Jack answered just al
solemnly.
Then" said the head of the house OF
worthington, with deep meaning Il see
way to get that Bunton land into the fam
fly without buying it.
What in ever can papa be limiting at!'
said Jack winking at his mother
a marriageable daughter, and the only
child. Ali" said Mr.. Worthington In
tone of solemn mystery. "Ah!'
Your father is a tremendous social
diplomat" Mrs Worthington said to her
son, shaking her head at him, to keep
him from laughing.
And, mamma, said Jack suddenly,
There are some other peop.e here from
White River you must call on. You've
heard me speak of Paxton? The chap the
papers call the White River Advocate
Man. He's here"
'Is it White River etiquette that
should call on him?" she asked, smiling.
NO. His sister Miss Paxton"
Really. Jack, cannot extend my call
ing list indefinitely. It's getting rather
crowded with nObodies again, and needs
pruning
II shouldn't just call the Paxtons mo-
bodies, mamma he said in a tone that
made her look at him with sudden scrut-
my. "Besidos-I thought had mentioned
it-they have entertained me at their
home"
"Blcss usm she cried, pinching his
elk 1--WE need not be serious, need
we? OF course, If you have accepted
their hospitality. l shall call on the girl
Miss Advocate. did you say?"
Yes. Miss Grace Advocate Paxton"
And what is she like?"
"She? Well, if it comes to that she's
a girl. too"
Daughters all girls! Peculiar White
River" murmured his mother.
But another kind of girl. She goes in
for serious work"
Charity, temperance or woman's
rights?"
Architectural decoration"
Goodness, Jack!'
plays like an angel!"
"Harp?"
Piano. Sings bully and-and-what
did you want to know particularly, NAM
ma?"
LAS to eyes and hair, for instance. You
remember the iron-ore girls"
But Miss Paxton is different"
$50 you've said"
Let's see: she's jolly, without being
giggly, and can droop her eyelids-not
nonsense-not you know"
Yes, l know"
And is awfully proud of Howard"
"Howard?''
Her brother Good, honest, stanch
pride; and her eyes-did ! mention them?
are dark and clear. and kind, and sweet
and-why, what's the matter, mamma ?"
Nothing, my son. Those electric lights
just there. Yes turn out that cluster.
They rather hurt my eyes Were you go
ing to your club? Good night, my dear"
Man." said Mr.. Worthington when
they were alone, II have a plan. Wen
not let Jack know until you've seen and
formed judgment of the young person,
but if Miss Bunton seems to be desira-
h n Wifi i'm ySyhx Nynf
can have him marry her, and then the
land-did you speak to me?'
Were you awake when Jack talked to
me Just now?'
81 don't think I've slept
Then. didn't you hear Jack tell me that
he's i'll love with Miss Paxton?"
I'm love? Truly, l must have dozed!
did not once hear the word love"
''Ie said 1t a hundred-a thousand
times. Oh, my sonv'
Grace made her home with widowed
Mrs. Hartley and her daughter Florence,
who, happily for Grace's plans, was
student at the School of Design. They
lived in an old-fashioned neighborhood
of the East Side, about midway between
Madison square and the Park but not so
far off the avenue that 1t could not be
found by Mrs. WorthinGton's coachman
with only little trouble. The small wis
taria-covered dwelling, and little income
Mr.. Hartley left of a once respectable
fortune; so the widow had fallen into a
social obscurity from a former luster
which can be judged when 1t is said that
upon receiving Grace's address, Mrs
Worthington distinctly recalled Mrs.
Hartley as a person she once knew.
Therefore, as Mrs Worthington is the
most tactful woman in New York, when
she was received by the widow Hartley,
she greeted her as II they had parted but
yesterday, and met now, as always,
friends, equals.
Mrs. Hartley, not being much more
lonely now than during the festive life
time of the departed Hartley, had accept
ed widowhood and reduced income with
cheerful philosophy, and was In a frame
of mind now to enjoy the great Mrs.
Worthington's pose without bitterness or
cynicism. Nan Worthington deserves
all her good fortune" she thought, "for
1t never spoiled her.
Mrs. Hartley was above making pre-
tense as to her worldly state, So when
Mrs. Worthington said, And your visitor,