The Prescott daily news., 1907-11-29
WHEN GREEK MET GREEK
By HARRIET M. ABBOTT

It was not busy hour at the lit tie restaurant known as Trims Gar dsn,' but the quaint charm of the place was all the more potent, and Leonard Hawes, junior partner of the law firm Hawes, Atkins & Hawes, looked about him with keen apprecia- tion.
 Scanning the bill of fare he whim- sically questioned the waiter as to the suitability of his order. "In such garden as this, how, for the life of him, dare lone son of Adam de- sire anything but spare-rib and apple saucer he queried. Not another guest in Eden"
 That Is one so great mistake" calmly replied the round-eyed lad Pointing to another screened enclos- ire surrounded by fir trees in tubs, he added simply: There, in the be- yOnd, are others"
 Proof of this statement was speed fly forthcoming, for Hawes had scarcely attacked his porterhouse when girlish laugh reached his ears and fresh young voice was heard ex- claiming: You are absolutely melo- dramatic!"
 There was suppressed murmur; then mans vigorous tones in eager assurances: But it is the time of all times. How can you longer doubt that Fate has had a hand in this |? If you could but cast all fear to the winds and be guided by your heart alone! Can duty chain you to a home where you are wretched and to family by whom you are invariably misunderstood"
 You tempt me sorely," faltered the clear answering treble. Yet, even when lured by thoughts of Italy-you and l together in that land of dreams T hesitate to defy the home-circle. Remember, I'm a Crestley, Harold, and the Crestleys are a proud, conven- tional race. It's descendants have heretofore been married in old Trim ity, and with suitable pomp. not in madcap runaway style by any stray clergyman the wayside offers"
 Yet the knot tied by the stray clergyman is no less binding, and when you speak of your race you for get that 1 am a Vandervoort Surely no one has yet thought it dishonor to pear that name'
 'Dishonor, no!" interposed the girl. but in spite of that, we may as well fancy ourselves the Veronese couple for no livelier opposition could have been aroused by the proposed union of Montagues and Capulets than our latter day romance has awak- ened."
 And for the paltriest reasons, grumbled the modern Romeo; but Mildred, you must give me your final answer tonight. Am I to sail alone tomorrow, or as the happiest-"
 Hush, hush,' was the abashed whisper, as a girls flushed face turn. ed away, after one swift, startled glance at the table where sat the young lawyer, whose eyes, as she peered from her shelter of screens and greenery, had met hers with an expression of interest and interroga ton so keen as to proclaim the fact that no word of the conversation had escaped him.
 But the fir tree compartment" as Hawes mentally dubbed it. was still the scene of action. Chairs were be ing moved, and lively search made for some missing article-a search which was evidently fruitless, for the couple held an agitated conference after which the youth hurriedly de rarted, saying, as he left his almost fearful companion: Never fear, I'll find it at the Lenox,' and meet you at the ferry without fail"
 The girl stood at the entrance as wind swept around the corner, and a long filmy scarf, unwound by the breeze blew from the shoulders of the young woman to the pavement
 Lifting his hat. the man returned the gauzy substance; then, moved by the appealing youth and beauty of the face before him, he impulsively burst forth: Miss Crestley. pardon a strangers unwarrantable intrusion but beg you to take no rash step.
 The girl started and great wave of color dyed her face, as conflicting emotions, fright, annoyance. and even a touch of amusement seemed to struggle for mastery.
 How dare you address mel" she