The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1904-09-07
rlutcled at her.

"You aren't married, are youF' she
demanded 80 abruptly and intensely
that she WINGED the moment the words
We're out, while his prompt negative
was tempered with Il certain shame as
he recalled some events of the previous
year, Cynthia was SO direct that she
inspired him with desire to meet her
on her own ground.
mo, I'm not married, hut am
afraid that | should have been except
for the firmness of the young lndy's
mother" he acknowledged honestly.
"Shc had other views for her daugh.
ter. You see. | wasn't rich enough,
and I'm mighty glad | wasn't-now,"
he added with ferVor that was be
yond suspicion.
Still, Cynthia's manner seemed To
take on a slight eoating of ice. so
you're Il hlightcd beng!' she said
thoughtfully, her chin resting on the
back of her hand and her eyes fixed
upon his face speculntivcly.
They parted few minutes later,
reluctantly, II is true, yet with the
feeling thut the fine glow of the meet
ing had suddenly fadcd
Hes mourning for that horrid lit
tie thing with the mercenary moth
err" reflected Cynthia Scornfully and
without any conjunction whatever
ancnt the injustice of calling an I'M
known damscl n horrid little thing"
while JHck Mayhem, his eyes dazzled
by the fine, open face of his old play
mate, wondered how he could ever
have fancied pretty little pink and
white Dorothy.
As he remembered Cynthia'S mouth,
with the little curlycucs at the cor
ner that looked like baby smiles, his
face grew gloomy.
depend upon II, old fellow, you'll
find there is some man in the back
ground he confded to himself darllly
on the way homeward Don't get
the idea that there's any chance for
you. a girl like that" Here he gave
up Mt loss for words to cypress his
convictions on the subject.
I,ut In spite of this mutual cvnicism
Miss Willinr and Jack Mayhem We're
the next three MONTHS They affected
palm rooms aud art galleries and such
places where Il certain soft splendor
and quiet nude for sentiment and low
toned conversation
1t WINS upon one such occasion thnt
n patron of art who had closed the
book of romance before the young
In II,
heard the following extraordinary lit
OF conversation He was sitting with
one eye screwed up critically in the
effort to form Il Judgment of u Claude
Monet on the wall before him when
he heard til. young nun munnur anxz
iously;
you don't suppose your mother will
say that I'm not rich enough, do YOU
Indeed no" replied the girl at his
side confidently My mother Is not
tint kind Resides didn't our moth
ers know each other before we We're
born?'
The patron Of art looked slightly
puzzled From the tail of his cool
estimating eye he sent furtivc Chances
at the pair, vainly endcnvoring To fol
low the young lady's reasoning
There was an ecstatic silence for n
second, during which the patron of
art found the two decidedly interest
ing from an artistic standpoint Ii
was an eloquent moment and paint
able, 1t was really a pity Then the
girls face dimplcd and she began TO
speak
"Oh. jack" she said and her tone
was earess Isn't IT lucky that
got you out of the grab bag after all"
The patron of art moved away. sink
ing his head as If the times were get
ting beyond him. Cot him out of the
grab bag" he murmured, just to see
how It would sound got him out of
the grab bag"