Ellsworth American. [volume] (Ellsworth, Me.) 1855-current, 1905-02-01

| TWombiey saw that IL Was useless TO
argue the question.
when and where shall l call for
your"
| The girl flushed suddenly. ooh, !
will meet you at the park entrance.
It's not far from our house, and l
would much rather do that than give
| you the trouble of calling"
"All right" said Twombley cheerful
| y, and under his breath he added:
Attained of mamma and the little
! fiat, l suppose. You can't exactly
| blame. her when she's made something
| of herself"
| AT O'Clock she met him at the park
| entrance, and just for an instant
Twombley felt actually dazzled. Her
statuesque figure was draped in some
| soft, billowy gray stuff. He knew
somehow that it took an artist to de
sign and make such a dress. Her face
was shaded by picture hat of softest
| gray chiffon clouding pink roses.
| Twombley hailed a hanson and
they drove rapidly through the park
| to the casino. With a thrill of salts
| faction he noticed that as they passed
down the aisle between the lines of
| tables all eyes followed the slender
gray figure and low murmurs of APP
proval reached his ear. He wondered
whether this was twentieth century
| Cinderella, this graceful figure at his
side, transformed by shimmering gray
silk from the tailor made stenographer
who had worked beside him for the
| past few weeks. She was perfectly
self possessed, only a slight flush and
| singularly bright light in her eyes
showed that she was excited.
All patronage died out Of Twom-
| bley's bearing. He was genuinely anx-
| ious now to please her. AS for the
| girl. she displayed knowledge Of
books, plays and pictures of the hour
which astonished Twombley. Wonder
| fully adaptive creatures are the Ameri-
can girls, he decided. That must be
whether family had been born to
money or born to make it. Before
they re-entered the hanson to drive to
the roof garden he had decided that
money really didn't count after all.
| The roof garden seemed stupid and
| cheap. He looked at the girl at his
| side, then at the occupants in the boxes
around him; then he leaned toward
her and whispered: Lets get out of
this. know it's boring you. Well
go over to the Beauclaire for bit of
supper and hear the mondolin club
play"
She rose with evident relief, and they
walked through the quiet side street to
an odd, foreign looking cafe on whose
roof the mandolin and guitars tinkled
limpidly. Here no lights blazed, for
the moonlight flooded the scene.
Tie girl leaned back restfully in her
chair, and Twombley smoked in 81
lence, studying her profile the while.
Somehow his fathers brownstone man
sion on the avenue seemed very far
away. His austere and critical mother
faded into a vague background. 1t
would not be any condescension on his
part, he decided. They could slip away
to Italy OF Japan or some other far
away place for the honeymoon, and
the world would get through talking
about it before they came back. A
filmy cloud passed over the moon. The
girls hand, white and slender, lay on
the table, temptingly close within his
reach He leaned forward impetu-
ously.
Hello, Twombley! What are you do
ing in town at this season of the year?"
Twombley scowled at the intruder;
then his face cleared.
Hello, Davidson! When did you
land?'
The girl had made move as If to
rise; then she sank back in the chair,
her face white and set in the moon
light.
81 came in on the Lucania yesterday
and thought I'd see something of lfttle
old New York before starting for
He had turned slightly toward Miss
Carruth and just then the moon slip
ped from under the cloud, and the clear
light struck her face.
Helen
He leaned heavily against the table.
The girls head was bent so low that
he could not look into her eyes.
Jack" she said softly, but not so
softly that he missed either the word
or the tender accent with which she
fingered over his name.
They had forgotten Twombley's ex
istence. Now the newcomer pulled him
self together.
Il beg your pardon, old man, but
Miss Carruth and were once-very-
gool-friends, and
Il see" said Twombley. rising, with
an amused smile, anu if youu look
after Miss CarrUth for - taomcI, I'd
like to have chat with an artist
friend see buried behind a row Of
stems"
Without so much as a "thank YOU
Davidson dropped into the vacant
chair.
Helen, I've come back to look after