Waterbury evening Democrat., 1907-01-19
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 to make good. if there's any good h me-"
 "The sentiment is worthy of you. Glenarn." he said. mockingly. What do you see-a ghost?" must have started slightly at sud. denly espying Arthur Pickering not 70
 feet away. A party of half dozen or
 moro had risen. and Pickering and .
 girl were detached from the others for
 moment.
 She was ng.-quite the youngost in the group about Pickering's table. A certain girlishness of height and outline may have been emphasized hy her juxtaposition to Pickering's heavy figure. She was in black, with white showing at throat and wrists,--a son. Der contrast to the other women of the party. who were arrayed with de- gree of splendor. She had dropped her fan and Pickering stopped to pick 1t up. In the second that she waited she turned carelessly toward me, and our eyes met for an instant. Very likely she was Pickering's sister. and tried to reconstruct his family. which had known in my youth: but could not place her. As she walked out before him my eyes followed hcr. the erect figure. free and graceful. but with charming dignity and poise, and the gold of her fair hair glinting vpv, doys hor hoNlv ts&r,sn
 Her eyes, as she turned them full upon me, were the saddest. sweetest eyes had ever seen, and even in that brilliant. crowded room I felt their spell. They were fixed in my memory indelibly, -mournful. dreamy and wist- full. In my absorption forgot Larry.
 You're taking unfair advantage" he observed quietly. Friends of yours?"
 The big chap in the lead Is my friend Pickering" l answered, and Larry turned his head slightly.
 Yes. supposed you weren't look ing at the women," he observed dryly. I'm sorry couldn't see the object of your interest. Bah! these men!"
 laughed carelessly enough, but I was already summoning from my memory the grave face of the girl in black,- mournful eyes, the glint of gold in her hair. Pickering was cer- tainly finding the pleasant places in this vale of tears, and I felt my heart hot against him. It hurts. this seeing g man you have never liked succeed ing where you have failed!
 Why didn't you present me? I'd like to make the acquaintance of few representative Americans. II may need them to go bail for me-"
 Pickering didn't see me. for ono thing: and for another he wouldn't 20 bail for you or me if he did. He isn't built that way"
 Larry smiled quizxically.
 You needn't explain further. The sight of the lady has shaken you. She reminds me of Tennyson: The star-like sorrows of immortal
 eyes
 and the rest of 1t ought to be solemn warning to you.-many drew swords and died and calamity followed in her train. Bah! these women! [ thought you were past all that!"
 T don't know why . man should be past 1t at 27! Besides. Pickering's friends are strangers to me. But what became of that Irish colleen you used to moon over? Her distinguishing fea. ture, as l remember her photograph. was short upper lip. You used to force her upon me frequently when we were in Africa"
 ""Humph! When got back to Dub. lin found that she had married brewers son.-think of it!"
 Put not your faith in c short upper lip. Her face never inspired any cons in me-"
 That will do. think you. I'll have . bit more of that mayonnaise if the waiter isn't dead. l think you said your grandfather died in June. A lets ter advising you of the fact reached you at Naples in October. Has 1t co. cured to you that there was quite an Interim there? What, may l ask, was the executor doing all that time? You may be sure he was taking advanta9e ,f the opportunity to look for the red, red gold. suppose you didn't give ,im a sound drubbing for not keeping he cables hot with inquiries for youri
 He eyed me in that disdain for my stupidity which have never suffered rom any other man.
 Well. no; to tell the truth, waA thinking of other things during the in. erview."
 Your grandfather should have pro. Iided a guardian for you. lad. You ,ughtn't to be trusted with money. Is 'ur bottle empty? We'll. if that per. on with the fat neck was your friend I'd have a care of what'a oming to me. I'd be quite sure that dr. Pickering hadn't made away with he old gentleman's poodle. or that it fdn't get lost on the way from him to 'ou."
 The times running now, and I'm n for the year. My grandfather was . he old gentleman. and I treated him Ike . dog. I'm going to do what ho irects in that will. no matter what he size of the reward may be-"
 Certainly; that's the eminsutiy