The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1907-01-30

WE IL take tHOSt tlrce st II sup |
pose it's the best yeu eaf d. Law
renee, you sit there W. noon this |
side. There's draft on that side
But want 10 see the river" said !
the elderly man ENORMOUSLY and with
Il gesture akin 10 throwing aside 4 de-
tanning hand, though his tiorid and
overdressed wife had not laid 81 much
as n finger tip on his arm.
Il tell you there's Il draft on that
side.' she said sharply.
"Well. yon don't want 10 sit iii Il
draft either" persisted her husband.
NO; Emily can sit there. She is
young. Drafts won't hurt her
David Marston raised his paper sud
denly to hide the smile that would
come. lie WAS sitting on the drafty
side, too. right behind the chair in the
parlor ear which had raised the dis
cussion. He, leo, wanted IL see the
Hudson. the Palisades and other points
of interest of which he had read and
which he WAS enjoying for the first
time,
where IS Emily" asked the hus-
band, nov settled uuwllincly in the
chair selected for him.
"Shc's making sure that there's II
nice man III the baggage ear To look
after the dogs. Shell he along in
minute
Ry this time David Marston was not
the only passenger Interested In the do
nestle drama. Every man and woman
in the ear had laid aside paper Or book,
reused Ia attention by the piercing
tones and dominating hearing of the
WOMAN The shrll speech might have
been forgiven on The plea that the hus-
band was evidently very deaf The
manner was less forgivabie Newly
acquired riches We're stamped all over
the tightly laced. middle aged figure.
The charactcIleSs face. due to much
electric massaeing, spoke of hours
spent with beauty experts. Her frock.
wrap and bat shrieked. Paris"
Evidently the couple We're going
back II New York after brief stay
nj their lodge in the Gatskills, for the
limited had stopped 1T the small town
close 10 fashionable mountain fast
uesses on special orders
"lou don't think anything will hap
pen 10 Emily trying 10 cross the plat
FORMS" asked the man anxlously.
Its yestibulcd trainr' shrieked
his wife. Il told her to stay until all
three of the dogs had been properly
chained. You remember the time we
came oh. there she IS
There was much craning Of ncehs rs
the third member of this interesting
party came through the narrow pas
sageway around the drawing room.
Her advent promised further enter
tainmcnt To travel bored passengers.
Only one OF the latter did not crane
his neck. He simply sat staring ut the
girl, his hands sripped hard on tie
arms of the chair
She was slender, refined looking
girl, dressed in black from her dull
calfsl.in ties to her stlhly tailored tray
cling hat II her throat and wrists
were fine linen bands Marston recall
cd with n shudder that n maid who
had opened the door for him at fash
ionable Denver home had worn Just
such black ftock with white bands.
The girl Carried II bundle of canes,
umbrellas AMI golf sticks. AS she
tilted them the corner beside the
elderly man 80 said something to him
which he seemed To hear, though she
did not follow his wife's example and
raise her voice. He settled back with
Il contcnted air.
'"Ihere's your chair. Emily" said the
woman. waving her hand across the
aisle. The girl turned stepped across
the aisle. looked ut Marston. caught
her breath sharply and sank into her
chair, which she wheeled so that her
back was turned squarely upon him.
by this time David had recovered
thought and speech. lie rose, DELHI
crately walked In front Of the girl and
extended his hand
Don't tell me that II mere tribe like
beard makes me unrccognizablc. EN-
lily. | should have known you even if
you had dyed your hair"
The girls hand lay Imply in his.
then she pulled herself together and
withdrew It,
''Oh. knew yon at once, But the
shock"
Precisely. 1t was shock to me
to find you with them
The gesture was slight. but Emily
Hunt knew what he meant and her
cheeks crimsoned.
Il can explain"
"Let me turn your chair around SO
we can talk" Marston suggested, and
moment later they sat side by side.
facing the river bank, their backs TO
Miss Emly's employer. who shifted In
bafiied curiosity and gazed their way
through jeweled lorgnon.
''Oh, the story is short enough" said
Emily bitterly. Selling daubs and
teaching youngsters In a Colorado town
and making good with your brush In
New York city are entirely different
propositions. saw it was starvation
or real work and So
"Being companion to a woman of her
calIber Is real work, ehI''
''She is really very kind at heart, and
Mr. Mcguire is just lovely to me-"
At this juncture Mr.. Mcguire was
shaken with a violent coughing spell.
Emily" exclaimed Mrs. Mcguire
sharply, where's the cough medlcinei"
But Emily Hunt was already digging
into her employers bag.
Deity she poured the medicine and
turned to bring glass Of water.
Marston was at her heels, his OWE
drinking cup filed to the brim.
thanks. Mr.. Mcguire took such a
dreadful cold while we were at Groton
lodge"
The Invalid was recovering from the
paroxysm and there was nothing for
Emily to do but introduce David to
her employers.
Mr.. Mcguire extended trembling
hand. Mrs. Mcguire raised her lorgnon.
From Chicago? In pork, sup
posef"
Davids eyes twlnkled even as Emily
Hunts cheeks colored.
NO, not exactly-in the law for pork
men,"