Pine Bluff daily graphic., 1905-09-27

Mrs. Cranston. Lydia and Kitty Cos
hv were visiting the punlei"hs. viz
ginia family who lived in one Of th'
best houses in Teachtree street. Georg:
Buckley WIS in the city, but he ha,
gone only to attend to The work of in
sncctinl the books Of Il broker who
handled considerable grain and cotton
fcr The barley house.
The broker Mr.. Harry Stone. was u
young m:n of high social standing IN
A1lsns:j. and he had formed stron"
friendship for Geor-.e and extended the
hospitality of the best club in the place
to him and offered to introduce him
to his friends, but George refrained
from accepting. He was too fine
man to feel at ease ia general society
50 early after his fathers disgrace. and
Stone understood this and did not press
those things upon him.
II see you've got some stunning girls
up your way" Stone remarked as
George sat at desk in the corner OF
the room checking up" the books
Its reported down here that our gov
ernor runs up that way every chance
he gets
"Yee, they are all right" Buckley an
swered briefly.
She's Miss Cranston. l under
stand,' ran on Stone. I've heard my
grandmother speak about the family
in Virginia. She's visiting the Dun
leislls. and l guess III NEE, Ier Will"
she's here You know her. Of course:
Yes We are fricnds.' George sale
simply.
eve never seen her" said the
broker but Judging from her picture
size nnz,i he coed loc':i;," Howeve"
one cant tell about that. The pic;ua"
in ti.. NEWSPAPERS ave :,wayS bad.
"ln the newspapers: SAID George il
surprise
"Nlv. yes: it's in both the paper
today a.ong with an account Of Tho
rccci:t...n the governor is giving to hc
and i.er party ut the mansion ton2lr
l,s to be awfully swell. I'm not go
IN. In fact. re and don,t get OF
The truth is l belong to a little club o
yn.ug Americans that tried to snow
him under in the last election. but W.
got left He had too big a pull witt
the ring He used to be civil to me
but he snarls like possum when We
meet now. He can't forget an injury
Did you ever see him.
"Oh. yes" said George. Hes been
up our way often"
"Oh. of course; I'd forgotten. They
say he's not been having exactly
smooth sailing up at Dariey either bn
it looks little like he's making more
headway now"
How is that?" asked Buckley, his
blood running cold, his heart sinking.
"Why. the reception. you know. That
looks a little like she's giving in. don t
you think? But l may be dead wrong.
She may want to make that friend of
hers. that Miss Cosby. have good
time. and the general run of girls
would consider it sheer madness to
lose chance like that Why, it's IL
be the chef event of the reunion. Wei,
he's welcome 10 his glory: it won't
last long: he will never get in again"
You think metz" said George tense
ly.
No: he'll never be able to pay the
expense of another campaign. He ruin
I'd what little law practice he had
" hen he went into politics. and now
he's bankrupt.
"A bankrupt" George exclaimed
why, thought he had unlimited
means
In pigs valise." laughed Stone.
Il am intimate with the cashier of a
certain bank in this town and l had
bit Of collateral he can raise for money
!, he can't repay. Why. he had to beg
the bank for little raise to give this
| reception. Do you know. l suspected
he was trying to marry for money
May l ask if this Miss Cranston is al,
| heiress?
"She's an only child" said Buckley
reluctant to continue the conversation
| further, "and her father is fairly wei
off"
Perhaps" said Stone hes really
daft about her
THAT must be it." George replied
L
and he closed the conversation by go
ing to work.
BY nightfall his task was finished
and he could have caught train fol
Darley. but he felt a strange, hall
morbid disnclination to leave. He re
paired to his hotel changed his cleth
ing and went down to the crowded
dining room. but the very gayety ol
every hand irritated him. He had NJ
appetite for what was before him. Al
around him. at private tables, were gay
parties of young people in evenint
dress. The music of fine orchestri
came in from the rotunda. The air wa
flied with the perfume OF flowers
Never had the burden of his birth fel
so heavy. never had he so keenly lone
ed for the unattainable. He was 4
the lowest dress of despair: he had b'
! gun 10 pity himself. Everybody els
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