The Democrat-sentinel. [volume] (Logan, Ohio) 1906-1935, 1907-02-28
Joshua WheeIer's
Filtration.
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in a large city, upon holiday; Sc
thought Lydia 1largrave, as sht
started out for the matinee
one Thanksgiving afternoon, in
brave effort to enjoy tht
day, in spite of her lonely
condition. Lydia belonged to an
old cultivated family of Hartford
but, like so many of our old east
ern families, the strength of The
Hargraves had been given to the ac-
emulation of culture rather than
the accumulation of dollars, and so
Lydia found upon the completion
of her -Four years in college that she
must give up her mind to the prac-
tical things of life.
Lydia accepted a position in a
young ladies' boarding school in
Virginia, where she gave satisfac-
tion" for six years. At the end of
that time her energetic Yankee ma
ture demanded change; and so the
opening Of the following school year
found her entering upon new duties
in a young ladies school in Buffalo.
Lydia had been away from Hart
ford over ten years, and had
changed during that time from a
happy, care-free girl to we'll
| poised, self-suf1icient woman.
Mr.. Joshua Wheeler, middle
aged, well-to-do and a merchant of
Hartford, found himself held in
Buffalo over this same Thanksgiv
ing day. And he, too, found little
satisfaction in trying to view hap
piness through other mems eyes.
He did not know that Lydia was
in Buffao-indeed, he had not seen
nor thought of her since she was a
child-and so, as a well-dEessed, at
tractiVe young woman walked rap
idly down Genesee street toward the
hotel, and beamed pointedly upon
him, he did not know that he had
ever seen her before, but he was
lonely and she looked attractive and
encouraging. AS she came nearer
she smiled, hesitated as if to stop,
said: "How-do-you-do?" ?" and
then sped on.
Mr.. Wheeler was an emincntly
respectable man. 4. member of the
Presbyterian church, and devoted to
his family, but he was lonely, and
Lydia certainly had been eRcaurag-
ing,
Lydia, as she turned down Gem
esee street, headed for the Star the
ater, was delighted to see some one
from her old home, and approached
Mr.. Wheeler with happy confidence.
AS she came near enough to speak
to him, she saw plainly that he did
not recognize her. She hesitated,
thinking to force his recognition,
when to her chagrin she realized
that she had attracted the attention
of q number of other men who were
lapngipg about the hotel entrance,
and so, filled with embarrassment
and Indignation against Mr.. Wheel
er for not knowing her, she hurried
on, She had not gone far, when
she heard rapid footsteps behind
her, and turning Immediately, dis
covered Mr., Wheeler. In his most
suave manner Mr.. Wheeler raised
his hat and inquired if she was go
ing to the matinee.
eyes," said Lydia, tentatively.
"May ! join you?" murmured
Mr.. Wheeler.
81 should be most pleased to have
you," she replied, flushing to the
roots of her hair.
Lydia had been rowing her own
boat for over six years and had
learned to steer.
Mr.. Wheeler secured their seats
and they were comfortably settled
with some minutes to chat before
the curtain went up. Lydia could |
not feel certain that Mr.. Wheeler
did not know her, and in order to
test the point, said:
"Now you must tell me who you
are"
Mr., Wheeler hesitated, then with
emphasis that was slightly over
done said!
"Calhoun-Calhoun; | haven't |
a card with me, but Pm Calhoun
William Calhoun"
Then she knew.
"And where are you from, Mr.
Calhoun" sweetly murmured Ly-
dia.
"l'm from New York"
"New York city?"
"Yes, from the metropolis. And
now you must tell me your name"
Lydia could not think of any
high-sounding, romantic name, SO
she chokingly murmured: "Jones,
Mary Jones"