The Washington herald. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1906-1939, 1907-12-01

Violet; "she is what they call beautiful.
I suppose that is all men care ABOUT! No,
that is a shame Of me. She is good, too
am sure-"(here Janet sighed long,
as IL she wished she could con and set
in notebook all the iniouities Of Vida
Bryan. and then present the book for
the perusal OF Mr.. Ludovic Morrls).
Janet Fowler was early awake. That
is. she did not sleep at ALL But never
theless. she came down with her face
glowing with cold water, her hair neatly
arranged, and her eyes as blue as the
, tarn, which is bluer than the sky-in
fact, as well as in Wordsworth's verse.
Among her many virtues Janet could not
allow any one 10 leave her fathers house
not even ''probationer' supplying for
Sunday. last and least of the human
species-without a good breakfast. She
knew that there was an express at ten
minutes TO six. So that at ten minutes
past five the substantial breakfast afore-
said was on the table. From the hall
she had heard Vic's final preparations
mingling with her fathers shores. but now
there was lull. Had he finished?
She tapped timidiy at the door: Vic, as
she supposed. opened it, dressed for a
journey. He stared at Janet in astonish-
ment
Miss Fowler" he said And without
meaning II he spoke under his breath,
as II they We're pair of culprits who
must thus commune Of their misdeeds.
She answered him with a nod. and the
whispered information that il he wanted
TO go by the first train from Kirktown
station. breakfast was quite ready for him
whenever he liked to come down.
But how did you know?' he asked in
establishment Il hadn't told a soul"
Il knew" she said. softly, looking at
the tapping foot which peeped restlessly
from underneath her gray skirt.
But how" he insisted
We'll" said Janet Fowler, Fitting TO
his face a pair of eyes which, had the
man not been purplind and self-centered
animal wouiG have dazzled him. IF d
man will spend all the night tumbling
trunks about. tramping like a regiment,
and dumping each in the corner when he
has finished with it. if there is a wakeful
housekeeper in the room below-wen. he
cannot expect 10 fold his tents and steal
away like the Arabs; no. not precisely
i am very sorry said Vic; Il did
not know where your room was"
Yet he knew to a half-point where
Nida's waS-though far away among the
CORN woods. Each time his eye swept
across the landscape of wide, green wood
land, the little dot Of black in the gable
end of Dick Finnan's cottage stopped
him, as if with a Westinghouse brake
1T does not matter" said Janet, drop
ping her eyes: come down TO your break
fast"
1t was a solitary meal-the more so be-
cause Janet sat silent and forlorn, wait
ing the hour of departure. Vic explained
that he had written a letter to her
father about where the trunks were to
be sent-the steamer and all that There
was money in the letter He halted and
stammered.
Better give II to me-" said Janet.
sharply: father is no good for that
sort of thing. 1 will attend to it all
for you"
But I could not think of troubling you.
he said, little misrepresentation not
much.
oh. the trouble Is nothing" she laughed
meTTily not nearly so great as If you
asked my father 10 do il for yOut
And in her heart OF hearts. as she
turned away, she murmured: 1T is al
ways something