The Bourbon news. [volume] (Paris, Ky.) 1895-19??, 1907-12-31

| humble assistant governeSS from the
home, should meet its rich patron face
| to face? Well, she would take the
chance. And soon she forgot her fear
in listening to the order for lunch He
seemed to know just the things she
| had always wanted to taste. And how
polite the walters were! Annabel
| touched her hair anXiously as the
many young women with carefully
MARCHED coiffures passed her table,
| little dreaming, she, how they enyied
her the saucy tendrills Of hair around
her piquant face.
| Mr.. Austins gray car was the last to
leave the beach that night, and the
shadows were falling over the big city
when it drew up before the Orphanage.
The tired superintendent came hurry
| ing forward.
Il was afraid something happened.
The others got in an hour ago."
''Just a little trouble with the spark
er, and 1 was afraid to push the ma
chine, but the Riddles all fell asleep
and are finely rested"
"Good night, good night! ThanlIsw
shouted the children as they reluctant
ly left the car. Mr.. Austin stood hat
in hand.
Aren't you going to say good night.
too Miss Annabel?'' he asked and held
out his hand cordially. She never
knew whether her fingers touched his
or not. She only heard him say, May
] 7
she shook her head and turned swiftly
toward the Orphanage door.
She understood nowl He had mis-
taken her for one of the lady patron
esses or Il settlement worker He did
not dream that all her childhood had
been spent as one of these very or
phans and that she had been retained
on small pay as a gOverness.
She had read in books about girls
who had suddenly met twentieth cen
! fury Prince Charmings, and she had
thought how wonderful such an ex-
perience must be, but today it was
anything but wonderful. She was sor-
~ she had not told him the truth. She
was sorry-no, she was not sorry about
/ the lunch nor the long, searching
/ glances she had encountered across the
table nor the sweet, slow trip home,
with the sleeping children piled into
the big seats behind them. But she
must never, never see him again!
The orphans from the Clarendon
Home were enjoying their second and
last big picnic of the season, this time
at the city park. They had had a May
queen, though it was August, duly
browning her and showering her with
small attentions. They had much ice
cream and lemonade, and now the long
afternoon was drawing to q drOWsy
finish. Annabel had helped to clean up
the lunch tables, had settled half Il
dozen childish disputes and was begin
ming to feel a bit flushed and tired
when around the curve of the graveled
road flashed a big, dull green car con-
! tanning a single figure clad in a long
gray coat. The car stopped; the figure
leaned forward, then sprang to the
! ground.
Il just saw it-about the picnic-in
the afternoon papers. Please come for
a little run. You look as if you had
! been working too hard"
Annabers lips set in firm lines. She
answered quickly:
Eyes; you see 1 must work for my
living. 1 am one Of the helpers at the
home, and was an orphan there once.
/ Maybe you thought
Il knew-at the beach. But that isn't
what came to tell you. Please come"
Mechanically she stepped into the
car and sat down beside him. Then he
knew all the timei
The car moved off slowly. The su-
where he had been resting for the first
time since early morning and, shading
his eyes with his hand, watched it out
! of sight Then he smiled oddly and sat
down again.
The man in the car had something 20
say, and he drew his breath sharply
before he spoke.
You misunderstood. So did the SUI
perintendent but 1 told him the truth
before l asked you to ride with me
again. You thought was Mr.. Austin,
but I'm only his chauffeur and have
charge of his car while he is in Europe.
1 take his mother out occasionally, but
most of the time there is nothing to do.
/ IT'S no disgrace to be chauffeur, but
am sorry 1 did not tell you the first
day. 1 want to make and sell autOmO-
bileS some day, and that is why Istart-
ed as Mr.. Austins chauffeur. When he
/ comes back I'm going into the factory
where this machine was made-and'-
He stopped abruptly at sight of the
girls radiant face.
''Oh, I'm so glad-yOu-yOu are not
Mr. AustinI'
Light came to the young man.
"Well, I'm glad-that you are glad"
( he said simply. May 1 bring my
mother to call on you some evening"
AT the Orphanage?' she asked fall
teringly.
cat the orphanage," he answered
( firmly. why, of course. told her all
about Won after that day at the chr'