The aegis & intelligencer. [volume] (Bel Air, Md.) 1864-1923, 1907-11-29

Dilemma.
By CECILY ALLEN.


) Copyrighted, 1907, by P. C. Eastment
Have you Il raincoat and a heavy
veil, Dorothy:" inquired Mrs. Dalrym'
pie anXiously.
"Ycs, mother" replied Dorothy me-
chemically without glancing up from
the time table from which she was
endeavoring to extract information re-
garding the trains to Oakdale.
"And plenty of money!"
"Money-and my check book. Real
ly, mother. you'll be asking me next,
as you did in my old Sunday school
days. whether l have a clean handker-
chief" She tossed the time card aside
in despair.
There is no such train as 3:06."
II Just knew it," walled Mrs. Dali
rympe in melancholy sort of tri-
umph. Il never should have tried to
take Carleton's message over the
phone. \ telephone does rattle me So"
Dorothy crossed the room and patted
her mothers cheek reassuringly.
There, there, mumsey. don't fret
l am now at the age of discretion. IL
YOU misunderstood Carleton's invita-
ton no great harm will be done. l
know my way home, but 1 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 Dalrymples hansosl was at the
door And down to the hanson fitted
Dorothy. her mother attending her to
the very door Of the elevator.
Il 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.
"Mumsey, if 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
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
,o,,,,,I-o al 70 +ho stopoOro Dhar And tho
white faced stenographer sighed and
wondered how it 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 another's breast leaned back
in the hanson and thougi t how differ.
emily this trip had been planned only q
few weeks before. The Carleton Nor.
gans, both golf enthusiasts, had ar.
ranged to entertain a 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.
err 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 uppcrmost in his mind
! was the world old game of winning
hearts, or, more properly speaking, a
| heart the heart Of Dorothy Dalrymple
| And for u time it had seemed as if nc
| congeniaI house party with a tactful
| hostess was essential to bring matters
| to a 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 q
| fashion that he sat at his desk one
| morning reading over and over Miss
Dorothy Dalrymple's chillingly polite
| regrets to his invitation for little din
ner and theater party. 1t mattered moi
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 mar
stiffen under her curt note like a West
Pointer before the officer Of the day
He would ask no explanation, and she
offered none.
And here was the day Of the house
party which she had alternately dread
ed and anticipated for one long week
Well, at least she would show Mr.. Nor
gan that western girl did not veal
her heart on her sleeve.
| "OakdaIer' shouted the conductor
just as she reached this laudable de
cision.
She stood on the platform amid tn,
bags which the porter had arranged a
her feet. Various carriages and car,
ranged up beside the depot, but Their
was no sign of Il messenger from thu
Carleton Morgans. Yet she had mad