Arizona republican., 1905-01-07
By. H. G. Rhodes.

Copyright by the $. $. Mcclure Co.)
 Most people who know Charles Ed ward Austin and Lady Angela have heard the story of their first meeting. But, although every one ought to know this amazing and delightful couple. many do not; so the tale is worth tel ling. It is rather surprising that it has never found its way into the news papers, for the marriage attracted an enormous amount of attention.
 Charles Edwards reputation at Har- yard caused a number of elderly Bos- ton women to say that he must be quite mad. But since his graduation. which to everyone's astonishment, he accomplished with honors, very little had been heard of him. He had been making. in leisurely fashion a tour round the world.
 In June of '9S he had progressed as far as Paris, coming from the east. and after leaving there he met, on the boat crossing the channel, Edward Singer, whom he had known at Cam bridge when he himself was a sopho- more and Singer a senior since that time I have graduated and seen a good many places that any one, even Cooks people, can see; while you've been somewhere was the polite way in WHICH 0IldTlcS L-uN dA u SuAAAAiAOAACA OP their interchange of condolences. Sin ger was going to London with the manuscript of book on eastern Turk estan in his luggage. He had been there for two years, and when Charles Edward announced that he considered his friend the only authority on Gen. tral Asia he only uttered the unspoken hope of Singers heart.
 Strange to relate the train drew int Charing Cross station on time- Ii 3Sas the seccnd time that month that this had happened, a porter remarked with admiration, and it was only the sSth When the train does arrive when it should one can go to ones hotel, dress comfortably, and dine at a req sonable hour. Even authorities on Central Asia must eat and go to the Gaiety theater, Charles Edward said; so o'clock found the two friends fin ishing coffee on the terrace of the Savoy, while the fading light over the river and the gardens began to grow a deep purplish blue by contrast with the glow inside.
 Ought we to go on to the theater?" asked Singer, after consulting his watch.
 Some time, I suppose" was the answer. "But when was here before, long time ago. I learned one great fact about English life. which is that no one has ever seen the beginning of a Gaiety piece. It wouldn't be legal, I believe. What the first half of the first act is like is one of the great mysteries of London"
 That sounds extremely experienced. Joking aside, do you know London well?"
 
 formation like that, but-know Lon don? No"
 "I was thinking really of knowing people" Singer looked around the room with manifest satisfaction. "One wouldn't mind
 It was a pleasant sight even for one who was not fresh from the regions of the barbarians. Half the tables were still filled, and the restaurant, with its low ceiling and it's dark, mahogany paneled walls, looked like a warm. glowing cave. At a table near by a party of eight were dining. Facing Austin sat a girl with a quiet face, but an infinite fund of laughter in her eyes. Not much description is needed; every one has seen Lady Angela's por- trait in the illustrated papers. Charles Edward withdrew his gaze from her.
 ne e8cldlIIleQ- fGdlHeE uOI- No, I don't know anybody here. I have cousin who has bagged an Eng fish husband. If she were here she would fix me. But the silly woman has chosen just this time to go to America on a visit She is sending some letters for me, I believe, but they haven't come. And she won't be back herself for three weeks or so. But even if one got acquainted one couldn't be sure of getting acquainted with just the people one wants to know"
 His eye rested again upon the girl at the table near by.
 "How ridiculous all this business of introductions is anyhow, Singer. Here you and I are only for a little time. We should love to give dinners here every night and ask quantities of these charming people. We can't, because we don't know them. And so we've got to spend all the time we have for London in making friends and getting ready to enjoy it."
 Its dazzling prospect, but if I gave dinners every night they would soon degenerate into buns and milk at the-what do they call 'em, the A B c shops. You can talk about the Savoy"