Wauwatosa news. [volume] (Wauwatosa, Wis.) 1900-1948, 1906-06-23

took the seat she had vacated she looked
back as she struggled through the crowd,
and her lips framed the word cry" again
as she passed out of sight.
With two bands discoursing sweetly, it
was a lovely place for sitting out, and
Miss Maud Clayton was undisturbed; for
her partners, coming to look for her, re-
tired abashed when they saw in what
august company she was concluding her
evening. Not even the strains of Sc
lection from THE Little Michus" could
|interrupte the conversation; she beat
time with her fan, and talked earnestly,
while a learned society frolicked around
her. breathless and perspiring into the
small hours, forgetful of pleadings and
particulars, and the old gentleman beside
her mopped his brow with pink ban
danna. He was very warm She showed
no signs of crying, and even at times
smiled to herself quietly.
At last it was time to go, the Wiltons
were leaving and Maud had been sent
for by Mrs. Wilton.
Its all over" she said-and the old
gentleman bowed with his hand on his
heart except the headaches of tomor-
row"
"A contingent remainder" said the old
gentleman.
You might have said and the heart
|aches,'" said Maud 1T would have
been prettier and easier to understand"
She was burying her nose in her bou
quet, and looking up at him as she held
out her right hand and said:
Good bye You won't forget ?"
II won't forget" he said, looking a
little anxious.
A lord justice of appeals was passing
rather close at the time.
Clerk of something or other on the
something circuit?" she asked. She was
still shifting at the bouquet.
"Hush!" said the old gentleman.
Remember" said Maud; and she
waved the bouquet at him as she drifted
away with the departing crowd, and he
went to get glass of iced champagne.
Old Mr.. Wilton slept in the carriage
going home.
I've got him." said Maud, in loud
whisper.
Got whom?" said Miss Wilton.
THE Judge" said Maud-''on toast las
Harold would say; and Harold, the
wretch, has got me on false pretensesl
He's not as nice as | thought"
Harold or the judge?"
"Neither." said Maud. Harold never
sent the flowers at all; and I've accepted
him because | thought he had. | can't
tell him so, poor dear!"
But who did send them?"
"The Judge, of course. / told you he
was very inquisitive about them; don't
you see, the woman i'll the cloak room
said, Miss Clayton and l thought they
were for me, and took them, of course.
j told the Judge I'd give them up, and
he could take them to the right person;
but he wouldn't let me, and he's going
ito give Harold Gil appointment worth
seven hundred a year"
My dear Maud,' said Miss Wilton,
@how very well you must have persuaded
him; but You will have to keep him up
to it."
Il shall" said Miss Maud Clayton,
with emphasis.
"How?" said Miss Wilton. ''You may
never see him again. and after all he
never meant the bouquet for you at all"
Miss Maud Clayton laughed quietly,
and her little nose came out of the CEN
ter of a large lily slightly powdered with
pollen. It was broad daylight.
Don't you see" she said, "he meant
it for that Barclay Clayton woman, and
I've got it, and I've found his card
tucked into the middle with her name
on it."
But if he likes"
But he mustn't like; he's married to
begin with, and my people know his wife,
and"
"And?" said Miss Wilton
And" said Miss Clayton, closing her
eyes sleepily, "and-Harold will have
seven hundred a year" George Akin
son in Illustrated Bits.