Oxford Democrat. [volume] (Paris, Me.) 1833-1933, 1907-12-31
BY cECILY ALLEN.
Cop, rishted. 1907. by P. G. Eastment.


ton no great harm will be done.
know my way home, but am sure 1t
must have been for this afternoon, FOR
the golf tournament is on tomorrow,
and they said all along that they want
ed me to be sure to see It."
The house telephone announced that
Miss Dalrymple's hanson was at the
door. And down to the hanson fitted
Dorothy. her mother attending her tc
the very door of the elevator
81 can't help feeling anxious about
this trip. DEAR" she murmured. Il al
ways do get things twisted over the
telephone"
Dorothy handed her bag to the obse'
quious colored boy and gave her moth
er farewell peck Of kiss.
"AIumsey. II you don't stop worrying
about me we will both have nervous
prostration. Remember, I've been In
| New York now three months and have
cut my wisdom teeth. Goodby, and
send my love to daddy when you
| write"
Admitting eyes followed Dorothy's
slender. 1.-the figure out to the waiting
hanson. The clear eyed, whole souled
western heiress was extremely popular
with the hotel staff.
western brains, breeze and bullion
but eastern breeding" the key clerk
remarked to the stenographer. And the
white faced stenographer sighed and
wondered how 1t would feel to have
her face kissed by prairie breezes and
| her lot lightened by western made dol
| lars.
Dorothy, all unconscious Of the feel
ings Of envy and longing she had ex'
cited In anothers breast, leaned back
| In the hanson and thought how differ
entity this trip had been planned only q
few weeks before The Carleton Nor
gans. both golf enthusiasts. had ar
ranged to entertain house party al
their Oakdale home during the golf
| tournament There were to be eight
congenial souls under roof tree ia
nous for grateful shadows, conducive
| to matchmaking. To be sure. Dorothy
did not play golf. did not even under
stand the mysteries Of the game; but
then. neither did Jimmy Morgan, broth
er OF her host Jimmy said one enthu
siast In the family was enough. Some
body had to stay sane and play more
important games. At the time he
spoke the game uppermost in his mind
was the world old game of winning
hearts. or. more properly speaking. q
heart. the heart Of Dorothy Dalrymple
And for time 1t had seemed as If nc
con,.pnial house party with tactfu
hostess was essential to bring matters
| to Il climax.
Things were all coming his way when
the inevitable dam which will crop
up In the course Of true loves stream
turned and twisted his plans In such a
| fashion that he sat at his desk one
morning reading over and over Miss
Dorothy Dnlrymple's chillingly polite
regrets to his invitation for little din
ner and theater party. 1t mattered not
what evil spirit had whispered unjust
| things in Dorothy's ear. Certain insin
uations circulated among his friends
that Jimmy Morgan would have good
use of Papa Dalrymple's generous
bank account made that young man
| stiffen under her curt note like Il West
| Pointer before the officer Of the day
He would ask no explanation, and sha
offered none.
And here was the day Of the house
party which she had alternately dread
ed and anticipated for one long week
| Well. mt least she would show Mr.. Nor
gan that Il western girl did not wear
her heart Oh her sleeve.
"Oukdaer' shouted the conductor
| just as she reached this laudable de-
cision
She stood ON the platform amid the
bags which the porter had arranged al
her feet. Various carriages and cars
ranged up beside the depot. but there
was no sign Of messenger from the
Carleton Morgans. Yet she had made
the 3:l6 train. the nearest hour to the
one named by her mother, 3:06.
One by one the carriages. traps and
cars filled with residents or guests
More than one curious glance was aim
ed ut the tall. well clad figure Of the
puzzled girl. and then as the last pri
vate vehicle rolled away she summon
ed small boy and had her luggage
carried to the village hack.
"Out to Morgan's? One dollar each
way" said the willy Jehu. carefully re
| trimming from mentioning the fact that
he had seen the Morgans. QUILTED
with suspicious number OF bags
leaving Oakdale by the 1924 train that
very morning.
| And In his ancient vehicle did Dor
orthy arrive ut the aristocratic door OF
the Carleton Morgans, there to be me-
by an outwardly placid but inwardly
lerturbed butler.
No; Mr.. and Mrs. Morgan were no
at home. They had gone to Southamp
ton to spend the week end with Mrs
Morgan's married sister. No; they hat
left no message. No; the Oakdale goll
tourney was not until the next Friday
OIL saturday. No; Mrs. Morgan'i
nid was not In. She had gone witt
ner mistress to Southampton. Would
Miss Dalrymple stop long enough fol
a cup Of tea? 1t was raw day.
With the last statement Miss Dial
rymple agreed. but she did not care fol
tea. She wanted to get back to town
not to tell her mother what she though
Of persons who got telephone mes
sages tangled up. but-well. just t
forget this double disappointment. OF
course there was enough to see and d.
In New York. but she never had seen 9
golf tournament. and 1t was embar
RAISING to face this calm hammered
butler In the role Of needless chile
who had made mistake about her In
vitation. And then there was Jimmy
Perhaps Jimmy might have had an ex
PLANTATION to offer. and now 1t was
pushed u whole week into the future
and weeks are long when love Is
young.
She climbed Into the village hack
and back to the town right In the
teeth Of an ugly east wind they rode
the girl wretched and the man jubi
liant at his shrewdness In recognizing
the psychological moment for not tell
Ing all he knew.
At the depot once more Miss Dial
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