The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1908-12-16

dow ledge and twang guitar or a
either, or whatever 1t is that Syrians
do twang. He may cause you to lose
whole nights Sleep
Miss kilroy commenced transcribing
her notes TRANQUILITY. Hes relegated
10 the past she declared airily. Ills
song Is sung
The elevator boy stuck his head
through the doorway There are two
queer looking females, fixed up In some
kind Of foreign trapplngs, that want to
see Miss Kilroy," he announced.
SHOW them in, Tommy-that Is, II
you don't mind, Mr.. Grantley." She
looked at him inquiringly
Not at all | will step into the ad-
Joining room II they will be embar-
raised, or I'll listen to your style In In.
terviewing," he said teasingly.
Miss kilrey smiled when her visitors
entered In the very evident throes of
formality. ooh, It's you. is 1t, Zulleka,
and your pretty daughter
The old woman smiled and nodded
until her ear pendants jingled. I'VE
come see maiden like dawn" she an.
nouneeu gentally.
Miss Kilroy remembered the origin
of the compliment and had the grace
10 blush Did you come to tell me
some more about your beautiful coun.
try3e she asked graciously.
The woman shook her head, Come
TO tell-a you of my son" she bea med.
Has he succeeded In getting posi-.
tion?" lntercstedly
No. not on the work We come, Is It,
Hareede2p She appealed TO her daugh.
ter dellghtedly.
The girls black eyes glowed with I'M
portancc We've women--it Is al
ways So" she explained ingratiatingly
lit is for us TO tell the fair one that
! she Is beloved
AM you marry my son-yes?" broke
In the mother eagerly
Miss Kilroy sank back In her cha1
weakly. "Of MI things she gaspe6.
You Ikea my SOM" urged Zulieka,
leaning over and pattlng caressingly
The limp hand of the object of her sons
affection.
Miss Kllroy looked dazed. IL can't
marry your son" she announced feebly.
but my son--my son! He Ikea you,
he marry you. The way you smile
make him happy. l ask you to marry
my SOM" her gestures expressing fer
i vent solicitude that exceeded her vo.
| eabulary.
But l don't want to marry your son.
hate your SOM declared Miss Kill
roy desperately.
The eyes of the two matrimonial
agents flashed and their voices rose an.
grlly. Miss Kilroy put her blond head
upon the desk and sobbed. Grantley
considered this an auspcious moment
for Interference He rose and spoke
blandly To the mother, who stood pant
Ing with Indignation at the slight to
her offspring.
at IL perhaps best for me to explain
the situation, madam" and he bowed
low In manner which he hoped would
impress them with an Idea that he had
learned his manners In foreign court
circles at IL not that Miss Kilroy
scorns your son; II Is that He
hedged for time to Invent something
soothngly plausible. at Is only that
You have come too late. Miss Kilroy
Is already betrothed," he added grave
ly, "and therefore expresses regret that
she cannot consider your SON."
The blond head of the sociological
investigator was raised abruptly from
the desk. Xulcka, however, repeated
uncomprehendIngly "Betrothed"
GRAVITY said slowly. "Betrothed-af-
hanced to be we'd espousa," he added
desperately.
| The mother and sister OF the reject
ed looked at each other with fash Of
understanding "Ah-hr' they breathed.
''To me--to me-" Grantley tapped
his breast conylnclngly.
The woman's face was again wreath
ed in smiles 81 tell-a my son. tell-a
him that the beautiful maid not strong
TO cookie wash. lie marry Syrian
now. May the rising sun forever kiss
your hair, mees, and may your chill
dren be as many MS the pomcgranite
seed" she said To Grantley with grow
Ing cordially.
When the door closed behind them
Grantley stood with his feet apart and
his hands In his pockets, according IL
the method of meditatlng man.
by Jove!" he said finally. :.
A slight sniff was Miss Kilroy's only
contribution toward relieving the awk-
wardncss of the situation.
Were engaged" he announced
cheerfully.
you're n brute" she answered chok-
ingly.
"a must say your interviews are con-
Quoted upon rather original lines" he
leased.
Miss Kilroy's shoulders were shrug-
gcd resentfully. "I'll never interview
another foreigner so long as I live"
she declared
Certainly you must give that up
when we are married." he suggested,
twinkle In his eye.
She showed for an instant pair Of
Indignant, fearful eyes. I'VE are not
engaged" she declared stormily, and
her head went back to cover Of the
| desk.
GrantIey leaned over her gently. II
wish-we WERE" he suggested softly.
A sudden tense quietness settled on
the bowed figure.
Il have wished for long time-that
we were" he repeated tnsistently.
lie stopped down until he could whis-
per, Aren't we, dearY and the blond
head nodded acquiescence.
The Mans Way.
rs your husband suffering from the
tOothacheY
"Well." answered the woman with o