The Owosso times. (Owosso, Mich.) 1897-1926, 1907-09-27


showed familiarity, but Mrs. Atherley,
being q woman, could not help being
troubled In the matter of dress.
1.-THE Savoyw she murmured as the
rubber tired vehicle glided away noise
lessly. 81 have not been there for
years. And people at supper are al
ways attired so fashionably. Could
we not
The girl put her arm around her
waist.
"Just for once, mamma, you shall
not care little bit, and none may be
the wiser. Here is Mr.. Anson-quite
an elegant himself-he would never
guess that our gowns were home
made"
'The women, dear one-they will
know"
ooh, you deceiver! You said my toilet
was perfect, and 1 am quite sure yours
is."
This logic was incontrovertible. Mrs.
Atherley sighed and asked what took
place the previous night.
Philip imagined that the girl hung
back, so he boldly undertook an expla-
nation. BY describing the cabman as
apparently intoxicated and certainly
impudent he covered a good deal Of
ground, and the rest was easy.
When they reached the Savoy, the
anxious mother had relegated the in
cident to the limbo of unimportant
things. Only one other matter trou-
bled her-the somewhat unconven-
tiona origin of her daughters &C
quaintance with this pleasant manner
ed young gentleman.
She was far too tactful to hint at
such a point just then. 1t should be
reserved for home discussion.
Meanwhile they were early arrivals.
The head waiter marshaled them to a
window table. Mrs. Atherley smiled.
She knew her London.
"You were sure we would accom-
pany your she cried
mot at all sure; only hopeful" said
Philip.
"Ah, well, 1t is good occasionally to
revisit the old scenes. No, Elf, / Will
sit here. I will not be en- face to that
row Of tables. Half dozen people
would certainly recognize me, and do
not wish It,"
Elf! The name drove Philips
thoughts backward with a bound
back to a torrential night in London
square and the tearing open Of car
riage door in time to save a sweet lit
tie girl all robed In white who but for
him would have fallen with an over
turned vehicle.
Elf! It was an unusual pet name.
The child Of ten years ago would be
about the age of the lively and spiritu-
ellie girl by his side. The child had
faced her enraged uncle on that memo
rable night. The woman had refused
to leave him when she thought danger
threatened In the park.
Could It be possible? He was star
tied, bewildered, utterly dumfounded
by even the remote possibility that
another figure from the past should
come before him In such wise.
"Mr. Arson! What have you found
In the menu to perplex you so terribly
Does danger Turk In the agneau du
printemps? Is there a secret horror in
the salmi?'
Evelyn's raillery restored his scat
tered wits
MAY say something personal2' he
inquired.
about the lamb?"
about you? Mrs. Atherley called
You ELF just now
Eyes. 1 regret that earned the title
In ages past. The habits have ceased,
but the name remains"
IL once met little girl named Elf
1t was ten years ago on March even
Ing In West End square. There had
been a carriage accident. A pair OF
horses were frightened by terrific
thunderstorm. The girl was accom-
panied by a somewhat selfish gentle
man. He jumped out and left her to
her own devices; indeed, slammed the
door in her face. A ragged boy
"a boy with newspapers--a boy who
spoke quite nicely-saved her by run
ping into the road The carriage over.