Cameron County press. [volume] (Emporium, Cameron County, Pa.) 1866-1922, 1906-10-18
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S A FOOL ca
! FOR LOVE
/ By FRANCIS LYNDE
Author of The Grafters," Etc.
CHAPTER II.-Continued.
Copyright. 1905, by J. p. Lipplncott Col

Her daughter occupied the undivided
half of a tete-a-tete chair with a blonde
athlete in a clerical coat and a re-
versed collar. Miss Virginia was sit
ting alone at window, but she rose
and came to greet the visitor.
How good of you to take pity on
us" she said, giving him her hand.
Then she put him at one with the
others: Aunt Martha you have met;
also Cousin Bessie. Let me present
you to Mr.. Calvert, Cousin Billy, this
is Mr.. Adams, who is responsible in
a way for many of my Boston-le learned
gaucheries"
Aunt Martha closed the book on her
finger. my dear Virginia." she pro-
tested in mild depreciation; and Adams
laughed and shook hands with Rev.
William Calvert and made Virginias
peace all i'll the same breath.
Don't apologize for Miss Virginia,
Mrs. Carteret. We were very good
friends in Boston, chiefly, think, be-
cause l never objected when she want
ed to-er-to take a rise out of me-"
Then to Virginia: 81 hope l don't in
trude?''
Not in the least Didn't just say
you were good to come? Uncle Somer-
vile tells us we are passing through
the famous Golden Belt, whatever that
may be-and recommends an easy
chair and a window But l haven't
seen anything but stubble- -fields-dis-
mally wet stubble-felds at that. Won't
you sit down and help me watch them
go by?"
Adams placed a chair for her, and
found one for himself.
Uncle Somerville'-am l to have
the pleasure of meeting Mr.. Somer-
vile Darrah?"
Miss Virginia's look was non-com-
initial
"Quien sabe?" she queried, airing her
one westernism before she was fair
ly IN the longitude of it. Uncle Som
erVille is law unto himself. He had
lot of kilograms and things at Kan
sas City, and he is locked in his den
with Mr.. .Iastrow, debating answers by
the dozen, | suppose"
oh, these industry colonels." said
Adams. Don't their toilings make
You ache in sheer sympathy some
times ?"
No, indeed" was the prompt re-
joinder; II envy them. 1t must be
fine 10 have large things to do, and
TO be able to do them"
Degenerate scion of noble race!"
jested Adams. What ancient Carteret
of them all would have compromised
with the necessities by becoming a
captain of industry?"
She broke him with mocking laugh
s"You were born a good many CEN
turtles too late, Mr.. Adams; you would
have fitted so beautifully into de-
cadent Rome"
No = thanks. Notwithstanding
America, with the commercial frenzy
taken out of it, is good enough
for me. l was telling Winton a little
while ago"
Your friend of the Kansas City sta
ton PLATFORM" she interrupted
"Mightn't you introduce us little less
informally?"
Beg pardon, I'm sure-yours and
Jacks: MIR. John Winton, of New
York and the world at large, Familiarity
known to his intimates-and they
are precious few-as Jack W. AS
was about to say"
But she seemed to find a malicious
satisfaction in breaking in upon him.
Mr. John Winton;' it's pretty
name, as names go, but it isn't as
strong as he is. He is an industry
colonel isn't he? He looks it,
The Bostonian avenged himself for
the interruption at Winton's expense.
so much for your womans intui-
tion," he laughed Speaking of idlers,
there is your man to the dotting of the
4; a dilettante raised to the nth
power"
Miss Carteret's short upper lip
curled in undisguised scorn.
Il like men who do things" she as
serted, with pointed emphasis; where
upon the talk drifted eastward to Bos-
ton, and Winton was ignored until
Virginia, having exhausted the rem
anfscent vein, said: You are going on
through TO Denver?"
ITO Denver and beyond" was the
reply. "Winton has a notion of hi
bernating in the mountains-fancy it;
in t',e dead of winter!-and he has
pers uaded me to go along He sketches
little. you know"
"Oh, SO he is an 4rt:st?" said Vir-
giG.n. with interest newly aroused.
NO" said AdamA. gloomily, "he
ish't an artist-isn't much of anything,
I'm sorry to say. Worse than all, he
doesn't know his gsandfather's middle
name. Told me So himself"
That is inexcusable-in a dilet-
tante," said Miss Virginia, mock.ngly.
Don't you think so?"
1T is inexcusaGle in anyone" said
the tecAnologiaE. rising to take his
leavs. Then as parting word: Does
the Rosemary ser it's own table? or co
you dine in the dining carr"