Bridgeton pioneer., 1907-02-07

mo, not exactly-in the law for pork
men"
Emily bit her lips and, returning to
aer chalr, stared hard at the flying
scenery.
Forgive me- Emily. but 1 simply
had to do it. She is impossible"
"But you are in the law
And for men in pork. l am going to
Europe ON my first big commission"
Il am so glad you have found sue
cess said Emily in calm voice,
though her heart beat suffocatingly.
She might have helped him to find it,
but now he was going to Europe for a
mighty corporation, and she was
companion, the most despised and in
adequately paid parsonage in the Ma
guire retinue.
EMILY, ring for the porter and order
clam broth for us all from the buffet
car"
Il don't care for any, If you will ex-
cuse me, Mrs. Mcguire. I'll order for
two"
"Nonsense!' said the domineering
Mrs. Mcguire. "a cup Of hot broth
will do you good. You're looking a bit
white this afternoon, and we can't af-
ford to have you sick on our hands
now, with Mcguire on the edge of
pneumonia"
The piercing tones ran the length Of
the car, and there was smothered
laughter up and down the lines. With
crimson cheeks, Emily touched the
button, but when the waiter arrived 1t
was Marston who took the matter in
hand and ordered dainty luncheon.
Mrs. Mcguire admitted that for a
man Sin pork" he knew how to order.
1t annoyed her that she could not COM
municate this discovery to her hus-
band. Later she said something Of the
sort to Emily, who had brought Mr.
Mcguire an evening paper picked up at
Poughkeepsie.
Emily did not seem to hear the pa
tronizing remark of her employer Her
mind had leaped forward to that mo-
ment when the train should pull into
the Grand Central depot. Then she
riage held in waiting by hveried serv-
ants, and Marston would go his self
made Independent way. When she re-
turned to her chair, the dull foggy
dusk was settling down on the river
Pretty soon on the broad six track way
trains loaded with suburbanites would
be shooting past them, suburbanites
going home to cottages and firesides
all their own, where women who had
never dreamed of artistic careers wait
ed for them.
The porter received Mrs Maguire's
curt comment on poor gas with abject
apologies.
"Suthin's sure wrong, but we can't
locate the trouble, but We'll soon be in
town." he said and hurried on. He
knew the Mcguire type.
Emily started. Marston's hand was
on her arm, not gently or as remind
er that he deserved her attention, but
in mastery, determined clasp.
Emily, do you think for one minute
am going abroad and leave you with
that-that sort Of woman? I've got
to sail in the morning. There is not
much time. but you can get frills and
frocks in Paris, and when we come
home, II visiting art centers abroad has
reused your ambitions once more, I'll
have you study with the best
Il don't want to study; 1 have no
ambitions; just want
Marston bent very close to catch the
last word-"you.'
EMILY, get rug for Mr.. Mcguire"
exclaimed Mrs. Mcguire so sharply
that the doing passengers all woke up.
Then as the girl leaned over to pick up
the fallen rug Mrs. Mcguire whispered
harshly:
Il guess you forget where you are!'
No. replied Emily happily. "I've
only just found out where l belong.
Mr.. Marston and l are going to be
married tonight and sail for London in
the morning"
Mrs. Mcguire gave vent to an excla
nation that reused her husband to
frightened wonder and made several
men In the farther end of the car laugh
aloud
The little bride in chair II leaned
over and touched her husbands hand.
BILLY, dear, l believe there's a little
story going on right under our noses."
Her husband patted her hand tender
~ under cover of the friendly dusk.
wouldn't be surprised, sweetheart,
ana all I've got to say is hope that
the young man is the sort who will not
conslgn Emily to a drafty seat"
Il hope he is just as dear and good
as you are"
And down in the front of the car
Marston and Emily Hunt sat gazing
out into the night, too happy for words.