Wauwatosa news. [volume] (Wauwatosa, Wis.) 1900-1948, 1906-09-29
CHEMISTRY AND
THE TELEPHONE,

Every story must have beginning,
unfortunately-it would be much easier
to start it in the middle. but that might
comphcate matters in the end; but in
this case it will be great saving of
space ii l start little way down the
tale, so to speak, and bark back trifle,
at the same time taking several things
for granted. She of whom | would
write was at this time 26 springs old;
we will take it for granted that she
passed these Years in the usual way in
which they are passed by young ladies
who are not badly treated by fortune.
she had red hair--I refuse to deviate one
iota from the strict truth and call it
auburn. not though she were seventy
times my heroine would | do so: we
will take it for granted she was dis
tiHctly fair to look upon-all red haired
girls are more or less; and that she had
a charming temperament-as some red
haired girls have. Her name was Youth
Barrow. and she is the daughter of Tom
Barrow of Barrow, Weller & Co.. the
famous engineering firm of that name. l
think now that / have cleared the ground
Il bit we can forge ahead with our story.
Although Miss Barrow at the time this
story opens was wrapped in costly furs
and seated in tirst-class carriage on
the Great Diddesom line, yet the other
occupant of the carriage was not a young
and handsome stranger with a black
moustache, and the white tleecy snow"
was not falling, and, incredible as it may
appear to YOU, the train did not slowly
come to standstill in the center of q
desolate plain
Miss Barrow had come down to break
fast about ten days previously and had
announced to her family that Lady Wat
| endlath had invited her TO stay at Ros-
thw&.te towers for Christmas and that
she did not mean to 90. The family,
who were not always loath to part with
Youth at times, begged her to reconsider
her decision, and pointed out what an
advantage it would be to them if Yeulth
got into Lady WIS set--money cannot
do everything, and Mrs. Barrow was
anxious to shine in society.
A timely kick under the table from
Master Allyn Barrow stopped Yeulth's
ultimatum in favor OF not going on her
lips, and the perusal of a note begin
ming
My Dear Allyn: | am going on the
20th to Lady Watendlath's. but before
leaving | am writing to wish you mer-
ny Christmas, and ann inclosing a card,
the design of which | trust You will adj
mire--
decided her in favor of accepting. The
card" was five-pound bank note and
the letter was signed by Rhys Troutbeck.
! Now. Rhys Was Il penuilcss captain in
the 173d-there's luck in odd numbers
| lIussars, but he had not proved accept
able when he offered himself as son-in-
law to Barrow pere. although Yeulth
had smiled on him The reason of his
correspondence with Allyn is not far to
seek
Then the train stopped at Dunollie
station and Neulth alighted
NO, MN; no carriage has come from
the towers, MN. In fact. MN. this is
the castle stations; the towers folk
change at the junction and 90 on to
South nunollie- it saves them four or
five miles drive. No, MN. there's no
inn hereahouts. and no CONVEYANCE of
any sort; the last train To the junction
went half an hour ago Well. MN,
there's a nice fire in the waiting room.
but | think your best plan would be to
walk the five miles. MN. rather than
wait for the morning train.
Much the best plan, MN; certainly Won
> can leave the luggage, lt'll be all rigl,t.
II was dusk: the wind was getting up,
the snow was coming down. the dressing
bag was heavy; it Was Christmas eve,
she was alone on a sickenino country
road. No wonder She wished she had
never been born; no wonder She con
Z, signed Rosthwaite towers to a climate
/ where hot water pipes are unnecessary
and ice IS at Il premium In Christmas
story parlance, she staggered hlindy
Through the gathering mist. but ever
before her was the never ending stretch
OF drive wrapped in its snowy mantle
She had crossed the etilc and was now
i'll Rosthwaite park
However, she luckily climbed to the
top OF 4 small mdulation before giving
! up all hope, and, arriving there. dropped
the bag aud Wept-tears of 10Y: in front
OF her was the outline of a long. low
house. with the red. coy curtains of a
cheap Christmas card The house WAS
= not the home OF gang of fcroere; no
traces OF a band of desperate conspiro
tors were to be found: not a ,Iyop Of I'M.
man gore was TO he seen trici<Ina from
under the door. nor did a certain shiyer
that turns peoples hearts to stone RIM
through her veins; hut all the sam, Miss
Barrow was surprised
ne tooiS were parquct and numerous
rugs covered them: the chairs and tabIes
. were Luxurious. the walls were nanela8
the fireplace Was an open one into which
SOME craftsman had worked most
I charming and original design. The mini.
shaded lamps on their wrought mon ana