The morning Astorian. [volume] (Astoria, Oregon) 1899-1930, 1908-07-21

west whose family. well known In th'
eastern social whirl. had sent him ives
to be forgotten as the family ne'er-do
well and were now only too glad to re
member him and receive him Will
open arms.
| Neither OF these men could be &C
cused OF caring how Henry Carey's for
tune was finally disposed Of
The third man was Donald Gregory
born OF a stern Scotch father and {
mercurial French mother in the storm
hcked New England town whert
Eleanor Carey had lived In her girl
hood, In his fathers eyes the young
chap had wasted what should have
been a useful youth,
Today the stern old father unfortu
nately was not alive to witness the
artistic triumphs Of his son. but the
mercurial little mother was waiting &c
welcome him In the New England
town. He would have joined her days
before but for having met Eleanor
, Carey the very day OF his arrival In
New York from Paris.
And to each OF these three men
Eleanor Carey had given the same re.
ply, as quietly and internationally as
she had laid the extra lump OF sugar
on the saucer beside their cup Of tea.
81 am going to Craigmere the first OF
the month. If 1t is for the best, I win
send for You to come there"
All the world seemed a-moving the
morning of May /. Worried middle
class housewives wrangled with Inn.
pertinent van and storage men, and
humber families carried their belong
ings or showed them from old homes
to new In a borrowed pushcart.
Eleanor Carey's town house was as
serene as II the entire establishment,
retinue of servants. canaries, Angora
kittens, mistress and all were not to be
removed that very afternoon to Craig
mere.
The mistress of the menage, In bill
lowy masses of lace. awaited her morn
ing mail and her coffee. When the
latter had been served the maid re-
entered the room laden with letters and
parcels.
There were violets and lilies of the
valley from DR., Dalton, a corsage bou-
quet large enough to hide the front Of
Mrs. Carey's travelling coat. From
Jimmy Darnton there were pink roses.
long stemmed, perfectly tinted and
crystalline with dew showered by the
florists rubber sprayer. There We're
bulky envelopes from her lawyers and
doffodlls from girlish admirer. There
were whines from individual mendi-
cants and carefully phrased appeals
from charity organizations.
And, last. the maid, with correctly
blank expression on her face, handed
her mistress a curious floral Offering.
a basket made of soft willow twigs
interviewer and lined with damp moss,
which overtiowed with the most com
monplace fowers--violets with only a
faint woodland odor, few sprigs Of
late arbutus, many, many family tinted
hepatieas and some dainty Quaker la
dies. Silently she sat lingering the
fragile blossoms while her deft fin
gered maid arranged the pink roses
and the hothouse violets At last, with
long drawn sigh, Eleanor Carey
opened the envelope tied to the May
basket by a blade of stout grass.
"My dear little sweetheart Of long
ago." it ran. "do you suppose for one
instant that l intend to wait for you
to bid me come to Craigmere? ! will
be there to bid you welcome on
the stately terrace of your Italian villa,
but down in the woods where gath
cred these. And, what is more, want
you to come to me with clean hands
and-an empty purse. Send for your
Id dHttIS. 1tll luEiu W tdhC WudL lnCJ
want and give the rest to the hounds
who are fighting you. Turn your back
on it all-the CHASTITY skeletons of the
past, the scandal, the publicity, the Bit
terness of it all. You have never had
a happy day since your purse was lined
with his gold Come, love; it's May
day, and the world is still young for
you and me. Be the queen Of my May
today and for every May day to- come.
am waiting"
For almost an hour Eleanor Carey
sat there, the spring blossoms fading
under her hot clasped hands. Her
breakfast turned cold. Her maid slip
ped in and out Of the room, silent and
unobserving. Then her
mistress turned to her suddenly.
"Adeline, call my lawyers; you know
the number, - Broad. Tell Jenkins
we will take the 1;45 instead nf the