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

| Oue ny one the carriages, traps anu
cars filed with residents or guests.
More than one curious glance was aim
ed at the tall, we'll 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-
framing from mentioning the fact that
he had seen the Morgans, QUILTED
with n suspicious number of bags,
leaving Oakdale by the 1924 train that
very morning
And In his ancient vehicle did Dor
orthy arrive at the aristocratic door Of
the Carleton Morgans, there to be met
| by an outwardly placid but inwardly
perturbed butler.
No; Mr.. and Mrs. Morgan were not
at home. They had gone to Southamp'
| ton to spend the week end with Mrs.
Morgans married sister. No; they had
| left no message. No; the Oakdale golf
| tourney was not until the next Friday
and Saturday. No; Mrs. Morgan's
maid was not in. She had gone with
| her mistress to Southampton. Would
Miss Dalrymple stop long enough for
q cup Of tea? 1t was raw day.
With the last statement Miss Dali
rymple agreed, but she did not care for
tea. She wanted to get back to town,
not to tell her mother what she thought
Of persons who got telephone mes
sages tangled up, but-well, just to
forget this double disappointment. OF
course there was enough to see and do
In New York, but she never had seen a
golf tournament, and it was embar-
| RAISING to face this calm hammered
butler in the role of a needless child
who had made a mistake about her in
| vitation. And then there was Jimmy!
Perhaps Jimmy might have had an ex-
| PLANTATION to offer, and now it was
| pushed a 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 Dali
rymple drew out her purse. The mon
ey pocket contained 81, a dime, two
| subway tickets and a tiny gold glove
| buttoner. If she paid the driver 81 for
her round trip ride she would have 10
| cents and two subway tickets with
| which to purchase her ticket back to
town. Then a brilliant idea came to
her. She would buy her ticket with
check. She gave the driver the two
dollar bill with the dime for a tip.
When the All train from town pull
ed into the station square shoulder
ed, forccful looking chap dived into the
| depot and made for the ticket window.
! Coming into the gloomy room. he die
not see very clearly the tall figure
which stood in his way.
| The station agent was saying: Il
would be very glad to oblige you If
you could find any one to identify you,
but it is against our rules. Good after
noon, Mr.. Morgan. Want to use the
| telephone"
The tall figure swung around.
! ooh, Carleton, am so glad''-
Then sudden silence on the part of
the two young people and wonder on
| the part of the station agent. The
| young man was the first to recover.
"AIay l usurp my brothers place
and be of service to you?" he asked
rather distantly.
Dorothy flushed. then paled. but final
| ly her face set resolutely.
Eyes; I have made a mistake regard
ing the date of the tournament, and
worse still, brought only little cash,
and this gentleman will not accept
check, and I want to get home"
Her glance fell, and Jimmy Morgan
had chance to bite his lip before he
spoke, without trace of amusement
| in his tones.
you've just missed train to town,
and there will not be another for an
hour. l was just about to telephone
for my brothers car. Please let me
take you back to town that way. Sec.
the sun is coming out"
Dorothy gripped her empty purse
and murmured, 81 think l had bet
| ter
go by automobile, thought you'd
agree with me-" interrupted Jimmy
smoothly, and while Dorothy drew
quick, amazed breath he picked up
the telephone transmitter.
The car was deep in the gloom of
the Long Island ferryboat when Dor
othy, trying to break an eloquent ST.
lence, murmured: 81 don't see how !
ever made mistake about the date.
Carleton must have meant for me to
go with them to Southampton. Moth
er never does catch messages over the
phone"
Heaven bless her for that and my
sudden whim for a quiet night at
Carletons. Otherwise there is no tell
ing, but it is all right now, dear"
ooh. Jimmy, please-those horrid
deck hands. Watt
Not long. dear"
"No. only till we-are inside our
own parlor." replied Dorothy in her
old. mischievous, teasing way, with
the result that Jimmy felt that he
really could not wait, and what the
passing deck hand saw sent him on
| his way grinniQC