The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1907-01-30
"ForgiNe me, Emily, but l simply
had To do 1t. SHE is impossible"


and for men in pork. l am going 10
Europe on my first big commission
Il am SO glad you have found sue
cess" said Emily in n calm voice,
though her heart beat suffocatlngly.
she might have helped him to find it.
but now he was going to Europe for Il
mighty corporation, and she was Il
companion. the most desplsed and in
adequately paid parsonage in the MAJ
guire retinue.
Emily. ring for the porter and order
clam broth for us all from the buffet
car"
Il doa't cure for any, il You will cx-
cuse me, Mrs Mcguire. I'll order for
two"
Nonsense" said the domineerins
Mrs. Mcguire. "A cup OF hot broth
will do you good You're looking bit
white this afternoon, and we can't af
ford To have you sick on our hands
now, with Mcguire on the edge OF
pneumonia
The piercing tones ran thp length of
the car aud there WIS Snothered
laughter up and down the lines. With
crimson checks, Emily touched the
button, but when the waiter arrived it
was Marston who took the matter In
hand aud ordered dainty luncheon,
Mrs Mcguire admitted that for Il
man "in pork he knew how 10 order.
1t annoyed her that she could not conf
municatc this discovery TO her hus-
band. Later she said something of the
sort TO Emily. who had brought Mr..
Mcguire an evening paper picked mp ut
Poughkeepsie.
Emily did not seem 10 hear the pa
tron2ing remark of her employer. Her
mind had leaped forward to that mo-
ment when the train should pull into
the Grand Central depot. Then she
and the Maguircs would enter the car
rlagc held In waiting hy livered sery-
ants, aud Marston would 80 his self
made independent WAY, When size re-
turned 10 her chair The dull foggy
dusk WAS settling down on the river.
Pretty soon ON the hrond six track way
trains loaded with suburbanitcs would
be shooting past them, suburbanteS
going houc In cottages and iiresides
all their own. where women who had
never dreamed OF artistic careers wait
ell for them.
The Torter received Mrs. Magnire'5
curt comment on poor gas With abiect
apologies
"Suthm's sure WRONG. but We can't
locate The trouble, but We'll soon be III
| town" he Std and hurried on. lie
knew tie Magnire type.
Emily started. Mnrston.s hand WIS
on her arm, not gently or rs :, remind
er that he deserved her attention. but
In n mastery. determined clasp.
"Emily, do you think for one minute
| am going abroad and leave you with
that that sort of woman? Eve got
10 sail Ia the nutn.ng. There is not
much time, hut you can get frills and
| frocks III Paris, and when we come
home. II visiting art eenters abroad has
reused your ambitions once more. II
| have You study with the best
81 don't want to study; | have no
ambitions; Just want
Marston bent very close to catch the
! list word - you.
Emily. get a rug for Mr. Mcguire,
exclaimed Mrs. Mcguire so sharply
! that the doing passengers all woke up,
Then rs the girl leaned over TO pick up
the fallen rug Mrs. Mcguire whispered
harshly
Il guess you forget where You are
NO, replied Emily happily I've
only just found out where | belong,
Mr. Marston and arc going II be
married tonight and sail for London in
the morning
Mrs. Magnirc gave vent la an eXcia-
nation that reused her husband to
frightened wonder and made several
men in the farther end Of The ear laugh
aloud.
The little bride in chair IL leaned
over aud touched her husbands hand.
"Bllly. dear, believe there's n little
story going on right under our nosGs."
Her husband patted her hand tender
ly under cover of the friendly dusk.
Wouldn't be surprised, sweetheart,
and all Eve got 10 say is ! hope that
the young man Is the sort who will not
consign Emily to a dratty SEAT
II hope he il Just rs dear ana Go1d
as you are.
And down in the front Of the car
Marston and Emily Hunt sat gazing
out into the night. too happy for words