La Junta tribune., 1908-01-25

bone, suoulu meet its rich patron face
70 face? Well, she would take the
chance. And soon she forgot her feat
In listening 10 the order for lunch. lie
! seemed 10 know Just the things she
had always wanted To TASTE. And how
polite the waters were. Annabci
touched her hair anxiously as the
many young women with carefully
marccled coinures passed her table
little dreaming. she. how they envled
her the sauay tenIri,ls OF hair around
her piauant face. X
! MIR. Austtns gray car WAS the last tn
leave the lracli that night. and the
shadows We're falling over the big city
when 1t drew up before the orphana ge
/ The tired superintendent came hurry
Ing forwnr'l
Il wns afraid something happened.
4 The Others got Ia an hour ago" .
lust a llItlc trouble with the spark
err. and was afraid to push the ma
chine. but The knidlcs all fell asleep
and are finely rested
Good night. good night. Thanks!''
/ ki,onted III. children "a they reluctant,
ly left the car Mr. Austin stood hat
IN hand
Aren't YOU going 10 say good night.
4 too. Miss Nnnabclt'' he asked and HEX
out his hand cordially. She never
knew whether her fingers touched his
or not. Sh" nuly heard him say. May
I see you again some time and then
she shook her head and turned swiftly
toward III" urphanage door. %.
+, She Understood nov. He had mis,
taken her fnr one of the lady patron
csses or settlement worker. He did
| not dream TINT ali her childhood had
been si'"nl aS one of these very or.
\ piians and that She had been retained
On sinnll pHy aS "A .overness. III
She had read in books about girls
who had suddenly met twentieth cen
| tury Prince t'harlnIngs. and she had
thought how wonderful such mn eX-
periencc must he. hut today 1t WAS
anything hut wonderful. She was sor-
ry she had not told him the truth She
was sorry no. she was not sorry about
4 the lunch nor the long. searching z
glances she had encountered across the
table nor the sweet. slow trip home.
with the sleeping children piled into
1 must never never see him again.
The orphans from the Clarendon
Home We're enjoying their second and
last biz picnic OF the season, this time
nj the city park. They had had n May
queen, though 1t WAS August. duly
crowning her and showcrlng her With
small attcntions. They had much Ire
cream and lemonade. and now the long
afternoon was drawing 10 n drowsy
4 finish. Anuabel had helped 10 clean ui
/ the lunch tables. hnd settled half q
dozen childish disputes and WAS beghi,
ming 10 feel n bit flushed and tired
when around the curve OF the graveled
road flashed n big duh green car can
taininf, n single figure clad In ionf
gray coat. The car stopped; the tigiiIs
leaned forward. then sprang to the
ground. III
Il lust saw it-about the picnic-iin
the afternoon papers. Please come fnr
little run. You look as IL you had
been working too hard" III
I Annabel's lips set In firm lines. She
answered quickly
Yes; yOu see I must work for my
living. ! am one of the helpers ut the
home, and WAS an orphan there once,
Maybe you thought" 81
Il knew at the beach But that Isn't
| what l came to tell you. Please come
Il Mechanically she stepped Into the
ca aud sat down beside him. Then he
knew all the lime!
/ The car moved Off slowly. The su,
periutcndcnt rose from the bench
where he had been resting for the first
time since early morning and, shading
his eyes with his hand. watched 1t out
OF sight. Then he smiled oddly and sat
down again.
4 The man In the car had something to
say. and he drew his breath sharply
before he spoke,
"You misunderstood. SO did the su-
perintendent. but | told him the truth
4 before l asked you to ride with ME
again. You thought was Mr.. AustIh.
but I'm only his chauffeur and have
charge Of his car while he is in Europe.
take his mother out occasionally. but
mos of the time there II nothing 10 DO.
It's no disgrace TO be chauffeur, but |
am sorry l did not tell you the first
day. / want to make and sell antono-
7 bile, some day. and that Is why start
! ed as Mr. Austin's chauffeur When lie
comes back I'm going into the factory
where this machine was -andTi-
He stopped abruptly at sight Of the
/ girls radiant face. A Hh Ii
/ oh. Fin 50 giud-yot-yon are not
| Mr.. Austin"' tfrei,o a~i..laGnf III
/ Light came TO the young man.
Well Tin glad that You are gladl'
he said simply. "May I bring MY
| mother to call on you some evening1i
AT the orphanageI' she asked f;tl-
terlnxly. ....F ...it,.,e II