The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1904-09-07
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BY KEITH GORDON
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tucked in the ends of her veil moro
neatly. lis nothing more than grab
bag ON huss scale Day by day You
put your haIE in and grab something,
hut until you take il out and unfold
1t you never know whether IL Is Joy
or Il sorrow"'
With Il droll smile ut tie idea. she
picked mp her gloves and card case,
took last comprehensive survey of
herself in the cheval glass and then
passed down the stairs and ont into
the street filed with the gentle cvhil.
nration that her view of life induced.
One did not know, FOR instance, what
charming adventure might befall, even
In the pursuit of 50 hanal IL duty as n
round of formal calls. Nusing thus, she
turned into Fifth avenue. her face
alight with eager expectancy of the
next thinG and trying to imagine what
It was going to be
This might be the great day of her
life one couldn't tell Perhaps before
the afternoon was over she would meet
the mnn-that godling of her dreams
who moved in the time honored Olym-
plan manner, cnvcloped In mist that
hid his face from view. Apparently
the afternoon held nothing more than
pleasant stroll, broken 10y n half
dozen calls, but the beauty OF the thing
lay I'm the fact TINT one couldn't be
sure. Perhaps on that very after
noon
These pleasant speculatlons sudden
ly came TO an abrupt end Her card
case where was it? She felt hlindly
I'm her muff, thrust her hand into one
side of her coat and then the other,
but in vain. 1t was gone lost just
as numherless purses, opera glasses,
boas, muffS and umbrellas had gone
before it, until she was byword
among her friends and the gifts of her
intimatcs were invariably accom-
panied 10y bcsceehing; Don't lose
this, Cynthia. 10 try to he II little
bit careful"
And now her new card ease, n gift
on her birthday few weeks before,
had gone in the usual way, just when
she was expecting the very best Of
life too, Her optimism disappeared
like the sun behind cloud, and, with
an aggricNed sense of misplaced trust,
her steps slackencd and she cnme to
a standstill wondering if 1t would he
worth while to go back and try 10
find t.
Scarcely" she decided. az the mov-
ing crowd of pedestrians slowly filed
past her, and, with sigh, she resumed
her way northwurd once more, IA lit
tie eomforted by the reflection that,
after all, some honest person would
probably find II and return II to her
Meanwhile tall, athletic young
man who was swinging up the ave
nue. IN the same direction n block or
so behind her unconsclously rejoie-
ing in his mere physical vigor and not
philosophizing at all, found his attcn
ton attracted by small, dark object
ornnmentcd with cleaning disk of
of the sidewalk
Picking II up, he glanced In this
way and in that, but the handsomely
gowned women who were making their
way in both directions gave no indicn
ton Of distress, 80 he examined the
monogram on the clasp, with a grunt
Of masculine disdain for such devices
Then he bcthought him thut 1t might
be II good idea to open it, and, sutinG
the action to the impulse, he diseov-
cred In one compartment II latchkey
and In tho other bunch of cards
Miss Williar No. 4 West til street"
he read, taking out one of the cards
And, having thus satisfactorily cstab-
lishcd the ownership of his find, he
tucked II into his pocket and strobe on
toward the University club, idly won
dering If this Miss Williar could be re-
lated to the little Cynthia Williar he
had known In his hoyhood. 1t was this
wonder that impclled him TO wait to
see Miss Williar personally when, Just
before the dinner hour, he stopped at
the address given on the card.
He had not long to wait. A tall girl
with Il look In her eyes that said plain
ly that life was an interesting expert.
enee entered the room, and he found
himself face to face with what seemed
to him larger older and greatly glo-
rifled copy of the small. freckled girl
upon whom in moments Of rare gen
erosity he had sometimes bestowed his
boyish approval
"Why Jack Mayhem" she exclaimed
with unfeiGned gladncss, extending her
hand, where have you dropped
from?" while his hearty Jupiter Gym
thia, If this isn't luckn' uttered with
enthusiastic heartmess while be CON
scientiously wrung her hand ms II 1t
had been that of another man, placed
them at once on the plane of good fel-
lowship where they had parted ten
years earlier
In their delight and surprise nj the
meeting they talked volubly and some
times both at once, asking about boy
and girl friends and referring hilarl-
ously to the pritnks Of those dear old
days But If their tongues were busy
their minds were doubly so.
Hes magnificent" Cynthia was say
ing over and over to herself, with
thrill Of delight, though ostensibly she
was listening with rapt attention to his
account Of himself since he left Elm
wood and had grown up, while he,
filed with admlring wonder at this
new Cynthia, suddenly lost the thread
of his story and floundered helplessly,
after the manner Of persons who try to
think about one thing and talk about
another.
'As | was saying" he observed i'm
pressively, making a frantic but inef-
fectual attempt to recall what he had
been saying, las l was saying that is
oh, hang it all, Cynthis, | was so
busy looking at You that / forgot what
/ was saying. Don't know where Pm
Mt"
At this plain avowal they both
laughed, and he went on with mascu-
line frankness:
II say. you've done yourself proud.
You're ripping, you know" And he
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