The daily morning journal and courier. [volume] (New Haven, Conn.) 1894-1907, 1905-08-07

peareQ IN the flesh few minutes aLtFF
telephoning.
The affair was a serious one with
him and he meant, if matters fell ia
vCrably, to settle the gr5at question
that night. Men like Sturtevant do
not travel 1000 miles TO say How d
you do?"
Miss Ledyard was in her houdoir
with her maid when the telephone rang.
The girl answered it and came
Miss Gale"
Hello" cried the beauty, making
the word sound sweet-a salute and
an invitation which no man can initiate
This is Philip Sturtevant."
"Oh, Phil, where are you?'
In New York, of course. Where did
you SUPPOSE"
"Oh, I hoped you were actually in
town. Are you talking all the way
from New York;"
'Yes-can you hear me?"
Perfectly; but-hello. Philip-how
long can we alk?"
I've got about $1,000. We can talk
an hour if you're willing"
Willing? I'm delighted! I've nothing
else to do; don't want to do anything
else but talk to you. It's SO much bet
ter than letters-though yours are
beautiful, splendid! Can't you come on
for the holidays?"
"No. I'm afraid not. But I'm going
to send you a little Christmas gift"
I'D rather you'd come than any
| Gift pbilip ,5idD'+ k1nu inst baw
much-that is, nsver supposed I'd
be so lonesome after you went away"
! (The maid, having come into the
hall, lights the gas, and Miss ledyard
winks cunningly at herr
"Lonesome?" says Sturtevant over
the buzzing wire. whats become of
all your beaux? You know I've al
ways been jealous of Gardner. Doesn't
he help you while away the hours?''
mo, no, Philip, / don't see any one
these days, don't go anywhere.
seem to have lost interest in things.
Mamma thinks I'm in love-the idea!
The fact is-not telling any tales-your
letter is the-the-er-"
THE event of the day?" delighted
ly.
That's it," a demure grimace at the
maid. Yes, Philip, they are the events
of my days now. Why didn't you
write Monday? l got no letter to-day"
'Oh, l just wanted to see If you'd
miss 1t. I'll write, tonight
Isn't terribly extravagant to use
the long-distance phone, Philip
Yes, but it's worth the money in
this case. What are you doing now?"
"Oh, I was writing a letter to you. =
And what were you going to do
after that, Gale?"
sleep." "
No company this EVENING""
mo, Philip" -
''No engagement
Not one. oh, Pm becoming quite
a recluse."@
God bless you. I-T-br-rr-rr--r-
Hello, Phillip she called dozen
timss, but then thesdoorebell rang and
the footman came up to say that Mr..
Gardner wishes to See Miss Ledyard."
Now, let's rush things, Annette,
said Gale, hanging J up the receiver,
that foolish boy in, New York has no
idea of tbs value of time or, money,
and Mr.. Gardner is so punctual II
the phone rings again in the next half
hour. we won't answer. After that,
when I'm gone out if Mr.. Sturtevant
calls me up again, tell him that Eve
gone to sleep. He's terribly consider
ate and he won't ask you to wake me
up. If he asks you anything just say
that I had a headache or something
like that. He's dear fellow, An
nette, but he's such a--oh, such a fool
in some ways"
Meanwhile, with the aid of her
nimble maid, Gale Ledyard slipped
quickly into the glory of her evening
gown and put the last dEft touches to
her toilet. Two blocks away radi-
ant faced young man stepped out OF
the telephone BOOTH swung out of the
drug store and STROBE gayly down the
street. When he came in sight of the
Ledyard home he noticed the carriage
at the door. He glanced over his
high turned coat collar to look at the
coachman and recognized the livery OF
the Gardeners. The little tweak at his
heart didn't stop him. and he would
have run up the broad steps of the
house. but just as he came before the
entrance he heard her musical voice
saying:
What delayed me? Why, L was
telephoning to Philip Sturtevant ovel
this long distance wire"
"At fifty cents a minute?" laughted
Gardner, helping her down the steps.
II don't know what it cost" She
. said, gigling. ut was Philip called
me up. He's such silly fellow, anG
so extravaganza"
Sturtevant's steps faltered, but he
buried his face in his hight coat coIlol
and marched very slowly by.
SILLY! He's a jackass,' Gardner
his friend" was saying as the woman
and he paused on the lowest step.
"Oh, I know, he's amusing and
Gals Ledyard and Mr.. Gardner step.
ped into the carriage. The whip crack
ed, the horses dashed forward, and &
man walked softly down the sidewalk
saying to himself:
I'm glad I telephoned, but"
He walked rapidly down to the mex
corner, hailel a cab. got in, and, speak
= ing half aloud to himself, said: "Glad
No. I'm not glad wish hadn't +la