The Newark journal., 1906-11-30

90 N-N'NttAis anu cto tic EdI was
passing Nmt1n read the name on The
pauelhug.
The Rosemary" someb dy's 20
ton private outfit That cooks our last
chance Of making up any Iost time be-
tween this and tomorrow
He broke off abruptly On the square
rear observation platform Of the pri=
waite car were three ladies'. One OF
them was small and blue-eyed. with
way Httle Dalfs Of snowy hair peep
ing ont under her dainty widows cap.
Another was small and blue-eyed, with
WaFs masses OF daxen hair caught up
from face which might have served
as q model fer the most exquisite
bisqae figure that ever came out OF
France. But Winton saw only the
third.
She was taller than either of her
=companions-tall and straight and
1.-the charming embodiment of
health and strength and beauty, clear
skinned. brown-eyed-a very goddess
fresh from the bath, in Wintonss in
slant snmming-Up OF her. and her
crown Of red-soId hair helped ont tfe
smile
Now thus far in his thirty year pill
gfimages John Winton, man and boy,
had lived the intense life Of a work
ing hermit 50 far as the social gods
and goddesses We're concerned Yet
he had pang-of disappointment or
pointed jealousy, or something akin to
both-when Adams lifted his hat to
this particular goddess, and was re
warded by little cry of recognition.
and stepped up TO the platform to be
presented to the elder and younger
bisques.
So. as we say. Winton turned and
walked away as one left out, feeling
one moment as though he had been
defrauded of a natural right, and de-
riding himself the next, as a sensible
man should After a sit he was able
to laugh at the sudden attack" as he
phrased it, but later, when he ana
Adams were settled for the day-long
run in the Denver sleeper, and the
Limited was clanking out over the
switches, he brought the talk around
with carefully assumed air of lack
interest to the party in the private
car
she is a friend OF yours. them" he
said. when Adams had taken the bait
ed hook open-eyed
The technologian modified the as
sumption.
Not quite in your sense of the word,
| fancy | met her a number of times
at the houses of mutual friends in
Boston She was studying at the con-
servatory.
But she isn't Bostonian,"' said
Winton, confidently.
Miss Virginia Hardly She is a
Carteret of the Carterets; Virginia
born, bred, and named Stunning girl,
isn't she?"
No, said Winton, shortly, resent
ing the slang for no reason that he
could have set forth in words.
Adams lighted another of the
scented Villainies, and his clean-shaven
face wrinkled itself into a Slow smile.
(Which means that she has winged
you at sight, l suppose. as she does
most men" Then he added, calmly:
It's no go.
What's no go'?''
Adams laughed unfeelingly.
You remind me of the fable about
the head-hiding ostrich. Didn't | see
YOU staring at her as if you were
about to have a fit? But ii is just
as + tell you; it's no go. She isn't
the marrying kind If you knew her,
she'd be nice to you till she got
good chance to fay you alive"
Break it Off" growled Winton.
Presently. AS | was saying, she
would miss the chance of marrying the
best man ins the world for the sake
of taking rise out of him. More
over. she comes of old cavalier stock
with an English earldom at the back
of il. and she is Unfortunately proud OF
the fact while you-er-you've given
me to understand that you are man
of the people, haven't you?"
Winton nodded absently. It was one
of his minor fads to ignore his lineage,
which ran decently back to a colonial
governor On his fathers side, and to
assert that he did not know his grand
fathers middle name-which was ac-
counted for by the very simple fact
that the elder Winton had no middle
name.
well, that settles it definitely, was
The Bostonian's comment. Miss Car
teret is of the sang azure. The man VINO
marries her will have 10 know MS
erandfathers middle name-and a
good bit more besides