The newspaper., 1907-02-08
opy nght, IyyS, By Up. Lipplncoti Coz

"No - thanks. Twentieth-century
America, with the commercial frenzy
taken out of it, is good enough
for me. was telling Winton a little
while ago"
Your friend Of the Kansas City sta
tion PLATFORM" she interrupted.
"Mightn't you introduce us a little less
Informally"
Beg pardon, I'm sure-yours and
Jacks: SIR. John Wintou. Of New
York and the world at large. familiarly
known TO his inumates-and they
are precious gew-as Jack W. As
was about 20 say"
But she seemed TO find malicious
satisfaction ln breaking In upon him.
Mr. John Winton;' it's a pretty
name. as names go. but it isn't as
strong as he is. He is an industry
colonel. isn't he? He looks it"
The Bostouian avenged himself for
the interruption at Winton's expense.
so much for your woman's intui-
tion." he laughed. Speaking OF idlers.
there is your man to the dotting of the
e.: dilettante raised to the nth
power"
Miss Carteret's short upper lip
curled in undisguised scorn.
Il like men who do things" she as
serted with pointed emphasis; where
upon the talk drifted eastward to Bos-
ton. and Winton was ignored until
Virginia. having exhausted the rem
iniscent vein. said: You are going on
through to Denyer?"
To Denver and beyond" was the
reply. 'Winton has a notion of hi
bernating in the mountains-fancy IT.;
in the dead OF winter!-and he has
persuaded me to go along. He sketches
a little. you know"
"Oh. so he is an artist?" said Vir-
ginia. with interest newly aroused.
No" said Adams. gloomily. he
isn't an artist-isn't much of anything.
I'm sorry to say. Worse than all, he
doesn't know his grandfather's middle
name Told me so himself"
THAT is inexcusable-in a dilet-
,ante." said Miss Virginia, mockingly.
Don't you think so?'
1T is irexcusable in anyone" said
the technologian. rising to take his
leave Then. as a parting word: Does
the Rosemary set it's own table? or do
you dine in the dining carr"
In the dining car, II We have one.
I Uncle Somerville lets us dodge the
I Rosemary's COOK whenever we can
I was the answer; and with this bit of
| information Adams went his way to
| the Denver sleeper.
Finding Winton in his section. por-
ing over a blueprint map and max
! ing notes thereon after the manner of
| a man hard at work. Adams turned
back to toe smoking compartment
/ Now for MIR. Morton p. Adams the
salt of life was joke. harmless or
! otherwise, as the tree might fall. So
! during the long afternoon which he
wore out in solitude there grew up in
him keen desire to see what would
befall II these two whom he had SO
protesquely misrepresented each to the
other should come together in the
pathway OF acquaintanceship.
But how to bring them together was
problem which refused to be solved
until chance pointed the way. Since
the Limited" had lost another hour
during the day. there was a rush for
| the dining car as soon as the announce
ment of its taking on had gone through
tho train. Adams and Winton were
of this rush. and so were the mem
bers of Mr. Somerville Darrah's party
! In the seating the party was sepa-
rated, as room al the crowded tables
could he found. and Miss Virginia $
fate gave her the unoccupied seat at
one of the duet tables, opposite a
young man with steadfast gray eyes
and Van Dyck beard.
winton was equal to the emergency
thou~ht he was. Adams was
| stil within call. and he necl,oned him