Milford chronicle., 1905-06-02

wouldn't make any difference he looked
trifie mystified.
Eioise meanwhile emerged into the
street aglow with the eagerness Of a
rather bored young woman who has
found new and interesting occupa-
ton. Her grandmother Castles carved
chest would be the very place to keep
the things, and fortunately It stood in
her room and had a good strong lock.
No one but the man, whoever and
wherever he was, should ever know
about this escapade Of hers. She Won
dered, after all, If men really wore
bathrObes like that-pink. all softest
wool, lined with thin silk and shock
ingly expensive. Then she absolutely
chuckled aloud. What If the man
should happen to have red hair? In
this world you never know who carries
the key to your heart until he arrives
on the scene some fine day and
Her meditations were cut short by
the salutation Of a man who was pass
ing and whose glance carried some
thing that arrested her attention. 1t
was something indescribable, elusive
a quick, keen lighting up of his face
at the sight Of her, as instantly vanish
ing I'm the calm, passive glance of a
well bred acquaintance But she had
seen it-that strange, telltale look
and her heart beat more. quickly be-
cause Of it.
She had met him but twice-once at
a dinner at Mrs. LOrimers and after
ward at the Bancker cotillon-but he
was the cousin of her dearest friend,
and she had heard more or less about
"Philip" for years.
When at last the little fiutter of the
meeting had subsided she remarked to
herself demurely a certain coincidence
namely. that Philip Hamilton was
six feet tall, very broad shouldered, |
and that black hair and gray eyes 90 |
well with pale pink.
Before her departure from town for /
the summer Eloise's carved chest con
tanned many treasures of masculine /
apparel. Among other things |
six shirts-it had taken her a forenoon |
to select them. and It had almost been
her undoing-had Joined the pink bath I
robe.
1t was really the ''swagger' mono
gram on the sleeve that had convinced
her that she could not be happy until /
she added them to his trousseau. as
she called Il. She had decided every
ietail-that on the pale gray one the
monogram should be in dark red, on
he tan in dark brown, etc.-when the
,lerk, who had learned 10 know her
md whom she guiltily permitted to
address, her as Mrs. Van Orden."
pencil suspended above his or
Ter book, as if waiting for some fur
her instructions. She regarded him in
urprise.
That's all" she said at last.
But Mr.. Van Orden's initiaIs-fOr
he monogram. you know" he prompt
d smilingly.
ElOise gasped. Never once had it 4
ccurred to her that in order to have I
hat fascinating monogram on the. left q
leeve some initials would be required. y
The door showed no disposition to Il
pen and swallow her up, and the clerk u
at watching her as if he might tap /,
is foEehead significantly to his fellow
Jerks once her back was turned and 4
1ake his head sadly. What should &
le say? The possible man
"Oh, T. p NJ she flung out with 6
ysterical relief rs a thought occurred
her. h
"T P NJ" the clerk repeated, .ey- y
g lsr reproachfully. S
not for Mr. Van I
rdeD," she observed firmly, giving n
m look for look
Neekties and searfpins were added a
her collection without difficulty, hut G
hen it came te the purchase of a Ii
aisbeOat that luned her with its dash
ID style the question of size again
nunad uD BIZ this time however,