Ellsworth American. [volume] (Ellsworth, Me.) 1855-current, 1904-09-28

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and whom she guilty permitted t,
actress he's as Mrs. Van orlen,
| paused, pencil suspended above his or
| a. book as If waiting for some fur
Their instructions. She regarded him ii
| surprise.
That's all" she said at last.
But Mr. Van Orden's inltials-foi
the monogram. you know" he prompt
ed sslilingly.
Eloise gasped Never once had Il
occurred TO Ter that in order 10 have
that fascinating monogram on the left
sleeve some Initials would be required
The floor showed no disposition -
open and swallow her UP. and the clerk
sat watching her as II he might tap
bis forehead significantly 10 his fellow
clerks once her back was turned and
shake his head sadly. What should
she say? The possible man
"0h. T. f. NJ" she flung out with
hysterical relief as a thought occurred
to her
ct T. NJ the clerk repeated. ey-
ins her reproachfully
"Right-er-they' not for Mr.. Van
orden." she observed firmly, giving
him look FOR look
Neckties and scarfpins were added
to her collection without difficulty. but
when ii came TO the purchase of a
waistcoat that lured her with its dasA
and style the question Of size again
cropped M. BY this time. however
tie clerk had learned to think Of her
as the eccentric Mrs. Van Orueu" and
WIS prepared for the vagueness OF her
orders Not even when she drc3u.,y
selected pair OF gray socks with dark
red clocks. to match the gray shirt,
and demanded them OF a size TO match
a No. ~ collar did he make any de.
muir.
The time for leaving town had ar
rived. and the contents OF the carved
chest were carefully arranged for the
last time and then locked up with the
sweet scented bags of lavender.
Eloise sighed at the thought of leav-
Ing the things, for they had come 10
have a sort of personality of their own
They were beautiful in themselves. and.
besides, the one who was 70 wear them,
should they ever be worn. would be for
her the king OF the world
She sometimes tried to picture him,
but his face eluded her Yet the face
OF her dream often bore startling
resemblance to Philip Hamilton. and
that gentleman himself was becoming
a more aud more prominent fact in her
life.
More than once she had surprised
strange, tense question In his eyes a
speculative look that made her happy.
yet afraid. She half wished that he
was not going TO his cousins for the
summer. since that would place them
In the same little colony for the next
three months,
But In the weeks that followed, when
riding. golf and moonlit evenings on
the hroad piazzas brought them con-
stantly together. her feelings under
went a change. and she was appalled,
at the desolation she felt when he ran
~ to town for few days, as he did
now and then.
Ii was on one of these occasions that
she found herself alone on the porch
one evening, when brisk step sounded
on the gravel.
She rose as Philip Hamilton sprang
up the steps and came toward her in
the soft moonlight. the tumultuous JOY
that she supposed hidden in her heart
shining in her eyes and dancing on her
lips.
He looked down at her for one mo
ment with eyes before whose mastery
her own wayered and fell. Then, with
low. contented laugh. he drew her
to him. whispering, There are some
things. my darling, that one does not
need to ask"
the return from their wedding trip
that Eloise told her husband the story
Of the trousseau IL had amused her TO
proyide-a tale that he listened to with
a gust of laughter.
"Oh, my: oh, N.Y. he groaned as she
held up the articles one after another,
You certainly have good taste. though,
IkAlN Kill ht dNBA0N AlA
/ hope they'll titr'
Then his face sobered, and he stared
at the monogram on a shirt sleeve
fixedly for second and then looked
up at her with puzzled eyes, while she
watched him fnrtively. wishing that
she could get that ridiculous. effemi-
nate bathrobe out of sight without his
catching glimpse of it.
1T. F. NJ" he said slowly, The words
sounded like water dropping on hot
stove and eyes took on a steely light
Il am waiting for you 10 explain" be
| said eOldly.
Eloise made a little rush at him and
hid her face on his shoulder. Don't
you seeg'' she murmured. why, YOU
silly boy, II. p. NJ stands for The
Possible Man and so, you see, it's your
| monogram
! A great light broke over Philips face
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