The Greenville journal. [volume] (Greenville, Ohio) 1850-1918, 1907-01-31


bitterly. as the gaudy auto car dashed
by. He had received but the msrest
nod of recognition from Miss Danvers.
''ROss, my boy" he Soliloquized, you
must have made a mistake in thinking
you were invited to join this festive
crowd"
He took a small envelope from his
inner coat pocket and read portions Of
the note in a mumbling undertone, add
ing caustlc comments as he proceeded:
My dear Ross MN, dear Ross
feels pretty cheap-abOut % cents
worth at the present moment! There
will be a small party Of US ct Wiers
from the 10th to the 27th.' Well I'm
only two days in the rear-not bad for
a laboring man! 1T would be very
pleasant If you could be there at the
same time Nm. pleasant! l wonder
Just where the pleasure comes in!
Well, here we are. Ross, brace up"
He furtively tiicked the dust from his
shoes and ran lightly up the broad ter
races to the hotel piazza.
He had hoped that Etfie would wait
for him. She must have known that he
was on his way to call upon her.
The torturing minutes seemed hours,
after he had sent up his card, and he
felt the scarlet flood mount to his fore
head again and again as some laugh
ing girl stole Il second glance at his
handsome face and stalwart figure
When Ettle came down the stairs
Gowned in white she seemed to the
embarrassed young fellow the embOdi-
ment of cOolness and self possession.
Her greeting was hardly courteous
In degree removed from cordiality, and
she spoke with some asperity.
why, Ross Brady, where are you
staying? l expected you to register
herev'
He crimsoned under the reproof of
her voice and manner; then the square
shoulders were set back, and the heavy
chin hardened.
You knew, Etfie" gravely, that l
could not afford the rates here. l am
at a farmhouse n mile away. can be
with you whenever you wish, Et1e,"
pleadingly.
She seemed not to hear him.
And your call just now, Ross" fret
fully, sis wholly without regard to etI-
Quette. | only came down to tell you
that you can come again tomorrow,
and be sure to send up two cards, one
for me and one for Mrs. Lyons, the
chaperOn of the party.
He laughed shortly.
"Effie the card | sent up Is probably
the last one l have. My vacation is
necessarily brief one, and -,
"Oh, Ross" in an excited whisper,
"here comes Miss Van Vance! Do go!
! mustn't be seen talking to you like
this. She Is from New York and aw-
fully
Brady waited no longer. He bowed
formally to Etiie and turned sharply
toward the door, meeting Miss Van
Vance ON the threshold.
She looked squarely into his eyes as
they passed with an expression that
he afterward recalled and wondered
about.
She's a good deal older than Etfie
and those other girls" he mused. Il
wonder Then he shrugged his shOul-
ders impatlently. What difference
does it make anyhow? I'll write Eff
he a note. l was donkey not to
think about cards. | don't wonder she
was annoyed. She wants to be cor.
rect about matters Of etiquette, OF
course"
But Brady's honest heart was sore
indeed on the following day when the
messenger returned with no answer to
the pleading little note he sent to Efie
He put ON rough suit of flannel and
started for tramp, striding rapidly
along the country road; his handsome
face moody and forbdding.
The sound of wheels reused him
from his unpleasant reflections.
1T is country etiquette" said clear
voice, "fOr one who drives to ask one
who walks to have lift"
He turned quickly. 1t was Miss Van
Vance, seated in light Stanhope, driv.
ing a high stepping bay. She smiled
down into his astonished face, reined
and turned the animal with a quick
movement of her supple wrist, glanc-
ing invitingly at the seat beside her.
Brady had never before been chal.
Ienged in just such a way, and his
blood rose. His usual dittidence van.
lshed; he stepped promptly into the
vehicle and seated himself, saying
easily "Is it etiquette for the one who
walks to introduce himself to the one
who drivesW
at isn't necessary" coOlly. "You are
Ross Brady; you were brought up on a
farm in northern Vermont; you have
studied all sorts of Ologies and isms,
and you are now taking the advanced
course in metalurgy at the Harvard
summer school"
"Who told you" rashly.
mo one. simply put two and two
together. The sum is seven! wasn't
sure, but your question proves it."
II am easily trapped" admitted
Brady.
He felt a sudden sense of ease and
confidence and of comradeship with
this stately looking girl, and almost be-
fore he knew it he was pouring forth
the whole story Of his aims and am.
billions, his plans and hopes, even to
his love for little Effie Danvers and
his chagrin at her cool receDtIon,
Miss Van Vance listened interesting,
ly, smiling half sadly.
"Mr. Brady" she said slowly, Il ahl
older than you, and have had, per.
haps, wider opportunities for observ-
ing human nature. And / am like Sa-
mRnthy Allen-I know women just like
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