The newspaper., 1907-03-08

OF map paper, the backs of old letters,
and not a few on leaves torn from an
engineers note book.
They don't count for much in an
artistic way" said Adams, with the
brutal frankness of a friendly critic,
but they will serve to show you that
wasn't all kinds of an embroiderer
when I was telling you about Winton's
proclivities the other day."
81 shouldn't apologize for that, If I
were you" she retorted. 1t is well
past apology. don't you think?" And
then: What is this one?"
They had come TO the last of the
sketches. which was a rude map. It
was penciled on the leaf Of a memo
randum, and Adams recognized it as
the outline Winton had made and used
in explaining the risht-of-way entan-
clement.
1T is a map" he said, lone that
Jack drew day before yesterday when
he was irving TO make me understand
the situation up here. I wonder why
he kept it? Is there anything on the
other side?"
She turned the leaf, and they both
went speeches. for the moment Ihe
reverse Of the scrap OF cross-Tlled pa
per held a very fair likeness OF face
which VirEinia's mirror had oiteuest
portrayed; a sketch setting forth in
few VI lorous strokes OF the pencil
the impressionist's ideal Of the god
dess fresh from tAe bath
BY Jove. exclaimed Adams, when
no TpI ba his
prise Then he tried TO turn it off
lightly. There is a good bit more
of the artist in Jack than l have been
giving him credit for. Don't you know,
he must have got the notion for that
between two h-secOnds-when you
recognized me on the platform at Kan
sas City. It's wonderful"
so very wonderful that l think l
shall keep it," she rejoined, not with
out touch of austerity. Then she
added: Mr.. Winton will probably
never miss it. II he does, you will
have to explain the best way you can.
And Adams could only say BY Jove!"
again, and busy himself with pouring
the tea which All Foo had brought in.
In the nature of things the tea
drinking in the stuffy 'dinkey" draw
ing-room was not prolonged. Time
was flying. Virginia's errand OF mercy
was not yet accomplished, and Aunt
Martha in her capacity of anxious
chaperon was not to be forgotten.
Also, Miss Carteret had a feeling that
under his well-bred exterior Mr.. Nor
ton p. Adams was chatting like any
barbarian industry captain at this un-
ton.
So presently they all forthfared into
the sun-bright, snowblinding out-of-
door world. and Virginia gathered up
her courage and took her dilemma by
the horns.
II believe I have seen everything
now except that tent-place up there"
she asserted, cropping purposefully for
her opening.
Adams called up another smile of
acquiescence. THAT is our telegraph
office. Would you care to see it?" The
technologian was of those who shirk
all or shirk nothing.
Il don't know why should care to,
but l do" she replied, with charming
and childlike willfulness; so the three
of them trudged up the slippery path
TO the operators den on the slope.
Not TO evade his hospitable duty N
any part, Adams explained the use and
need OF front" wire. and Miss Car
teret was properly interested.
How convenient!' she commented.
And you can come up here and talk
to anybody you nke-just as II it were
telephone?"
ITO anyone in the company serv-
ice," amended Adams. 1T is not
commercial wire"
Then let us send a message to Mr..
Winton, she suggested, playing the
part of the capricious ingenue TO the
very upcast of pair of mischievous
eyes I'm write II and you may sign
it."
Adams stretched his complaisence
the necessary additional inch and
gave her pencil and a pad of blanks.
She wrote rapidly:
Miss Carteret has been here admiring
your drawings. She took one OF them away
with her. and l couldn't stop her without