New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1905-09-24

S. l
exceedingly surprised-a1rnost as greatly
the taken aback l by the discoveries
of the next hour-f the said reader
though an expert dissector of love stories,
from the long drawn-out wooing of Rachel
by Jacob down to the motif of the latest
crime basSi5ueL in Paris shall have guessed
already the reason why Maggie wept when
first she met Karl in the vestbuIe of
the Pail Mall Hotel.
Apparently, We all have been stand
ing there an unconscionably long
time. Really, We have done nothing
OF the sort, for l am adept in bring
ing about the right combination
of 1uggage-porters lift-attend-
ants, chambermaids and walters
Il to secure the best and quickest
95ssaazFFssssSs results in making people at
home in a modern big hotel.
sssssssszzssss- % am so glad be off the
ssaass& steamer! sighed Mrs Hutch
inson gratefully as she sank
- into a spacious chair in
- sitting room. Walking
-ssSa1 along the corridor just now,
6 = snszz~~ | caught myself wondering
81 why the other folk using it
80 did not lean over at absurd
sIf& angles. Even yet the
- pet seems to heave gently
each half-minute."
That was just the sort of
a.. ~ remark calculated to place
~ at our ease. We chatted freely
while the women drank a little
champagne and nibbled a bis
i. cult. | sampled the hotel whisky,
and smoked, together with Karl,
at the earnest request of our fair
companions Karl by the way. did
not know the taste of alcohol or of
anv intOxiCant. The wisdom of the gods
kept him free from that Obsession Goodness
only knows what would have happened if
the man with superhuman sense (Which it
according to our present lights yielded to drink
,,-,a, Ire Ia,r-r, he
end of the story told US that she wrote to Mrs.
Grier from Queenstown, and a computation of
hours revealed that the mystery of the telegram
was no mystery at ALL the way paved by growing
familiarity to permit the conversation to wander off
into less well-detined paths, For the good woman
made no secret of the dftrs of her letter.
Maggie had dream, or vision-something
akin to what my old Highland nurse used to call
tIictitqraugh Gaelic mouthfu meaning shadow
sight 1t was so realistic that it nearly made her
i'll and she startled me considerably when she con-
fded it to me- which was not until twenty-tour
hours later"
Mrs. Hutchinson, of course, could not guess what
a spark finder one of those time-wOrn words
in Kars ears. glanced at him to see If the winged
barb had struck home but was not long in discern
ing that Maggie's presence occupied his ordinary
senses sufficiently to keep his teegnODric sense
dormant. 1t might, indeed, stimulate and IN
tensify the others; but no man would use tele-
phone or an operaglass to hear his best girl
when she was seated IN the same room as himself,
would he? Science can do lot for us; but l will
back Dame Natures idea of magnet in the shape
of a pretty woman against any wizard device OF the
latter-day alchemISt.
Then the mother, at Maggie's request essayed
to give US the history of an afternoon dream on
board the good ship Merlin. The day was Sunday
and the weather had been bad The ship was
traversing that choppy belt of the Atlantic which
makes the day of rest so peculiarly unresttul IN
the majority of vessels sailing from New-l Ork
or Liverpool on a Wednesday. Indeed, the Merlin