The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1905-01-15
The J0uFnaPS
Daily Short Story.

diced" said the girl. but her face was
serious. He waxed confidential.
81 do not mind telling you" he said,
shat came here not so much to get
my hands done as to find out some
er-well, just how they'd do things
around here. You see, / am an Illinois
man born and bred, never even went in
for society in Chicago, but just as soon
IS l left college struck out for the
zinc fields in Missouri. and I've stuck
there ever since. You don't keep up
with the styles when you are develop
ing zinc mines"
"Have you struck it rich?" said the
girl, looking up at him, with a laugh.
"Well, we have a pretty good thing
Of it." said Wilson. "But it doesn't
mean so much to me as it does to Mr..
Van Twiller."
The girl dropped her file, and It took
both Of them to find it in the folds Of
her pretty morning gown. Then she
went to work again.
"Mr. Van Twiller does not need any
more money
"Humph! A New York man never
gets enough, and l understand be
! wants to buy good old English title
for a pretty daughter of his, and /
suppose the biggest part of his money
will go into the title"
Her face was flushing new. Il do
not think Miss Van Twiller is for
SALE"
The man looked at her curiousIy.
"Do you know her?'
"Oh, yes, very well; she comes here
very often"
"Well, haven't seen her yet !
/ came up on the late boat last night
with Mr.. Van TwilIer. and. between
you and me, when we got up to that
/ palace Of his and saw people in the
( parlor and on the porch in evening
party toys 1 got one of the best ready
| to wear headaches you ever saw. /
| thought your summer boy wore white
| ducks or light fiannels at these resorts,
and that was all brought besides the
, business suit 1 wore, so just wired
| back to town for a dress suit, and
bet it will be here by dinner time to-
night or there will be something doing
when l get back to that hotel in New
York. l may have come out Of the
zinc mines, but 1 am not playing the
! David Harum' act before Van Twill
lers crowd"
A shadow fell on the floor; stout.
smartly clad woman paused in the
doorway. She almost gasped at sight
Of the couple at the table. ooh, Miss
The girl threw her a warning
glance. but she could not stem the tide
Of apology.
81 would not have this happen FOR
the worldy' The newcomer was visa'
bly, distressed. The girl looked up at
her with calm, smiling eyes.
"Oh, I'm doing very well, madamew
Eyes, she hasn't cut me once" said
Wilson. 81 do not believe you could
have done it better yourself"
He had swung around to face
Nine. Laugeret, and, behind his back,
the girl raised her finger to her lip IN
q gesture Of silence.
every WELL" said madame IT, a voice
which was not entirely steady, 'as
you please" Then she entered the cur
tanned alcove, murmuring to herself,
"But If any one should come in just
now-la, la-what a scandal it would
ber'
But no one did come in, and the girl
worked on while the man told her of
his struggles to hold property which
threatened not to pan out, Of the hours
of encouragement, relieved only by the
companionship of books, and of the
final success and Of his modest hopes
for the future you know do not care
for a whole heap of money" he said.
I'D like to travel bit in Europe, to
always have the books wanted to
read, the pictures like best about me
! and enough money to keep the one wO-
man in the world cumfy and happy"
"Have you found the right woman
yet?'
mo" Then he looked thoughtfully
at her bowed head, crowned with soft
brown hair. II have never felt had
the right to look for her until now.
was never very strong on the love in
the cottage idea"
do you think you will find her here
at NewportT'
Maybe But
Then he pulled himself up with q
shake and hurled questions at her
Where would the Van Twillers proba
bly, take him that day? What must he
wear at the casino? When did folks
at Newport have time to sleep? And
she told him everything from the style
of canvas shoes he had TO buy at once
to the number Of courses and the wines
he would have at the Lanson dinner
where he would probably go with thu
Van Twillers that night But at las
his hands were finished. Even thu
charmed Wilson could not claim thai
the girl was a rapid worker.
The girl handed his honey to ma
dame, and, taking up her parasol, SAID
in low voice: 81 think my hands viii
have to go this morning. We are haV
ing some people to breakfast"
She walked back to the little table
carrying her parasol behind her in ONT
hand. Wilson was looking curiously
at his highly polished nails. he haC
never visited manicuring shop be