New Ulm review. (New Ulm, Brown County, Minn.) 1892-1961, 1905-01-11
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Twombley saw that it was useless to-
argue the question
S hen and where shall call for.

WOulu IuucH aEdIueE Go IndL IQdn give
you the trouble of calling,
All right, Z said TWombIey cheerful
", and under his breath he added:
Ashamed Of mamma and the little
fat, suppose. You can't exactly
blame her when she's made something
of herself
At 6 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, bil1oWy 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 ap-
prevail reached his ear. He wondered
whether this was a 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
a singularly bright light in her eyes
showed that she was excited
All patronage died out of Twom-
bley's bearing. He was genuinely an1-
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
the reason why it was so hard to tell
whether a 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. l know it's boring you Well
, go over to the Beauclaire for a 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.
The girl leaned back restfully in her
chair, and Twombley smoked in ST
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 vague background. 1t
would not be any condescension on his
part, he decided. They could slip away
to Italy or 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
ously.
sHello, 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.
II came in on the Lucania yesterday
and thought I'd see something of little
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
& "Helenw
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.
| 81 beg your pardon old man, but
Miss Carruth and We're once very
/ good-friends, and
81 see" said TWombley, rising, with
an amused smile, 'sand if you'll look
after Miss Carruth for a moment I'd
like to have a chat with an artist
/ friend / see buried behind a row OF
STEMS
Without SO much as "thank you
Davidson dropped into the vacant
chair.
'Helen, I've come back to look after
you for always, and. dear, if you'll for
give my selfshness I'll promise you
can study sociology and found work
ing girls clubs and endow industrial
schools thing, SO you will come to
| me-"
Twombley had forgotten all about
the artist friend. He was leaning over
the parapet looking down on the far
ing street lamps.
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