The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1909-06-30
LOVES INTUITION.
A Girl Who Was Able to Read
Beneath the Surface.
BY MARY WOOD.

rose the NUM- OF FEMININE voices. IN
der the green apple boughs the ham,
mock convention was in full swing.
Miss Maybrick called 1t a hornets nest
and preferred the doubtful GOODNESS Of
the piazza But, then. she was n col
lege professor, too superior to appre-
clate the joys Of the younger set
Jane Carew. however, sometimes
agreed with her. This afternoon she
I'd her face behind book. while girl
ish fancies carried her AR above the
swaying leaves up into the perfect
blue Of the July sky. How lovely ma
ture was this summer, how full life Of
new delights!
Miss Maybrlck's name brought her
back to earth again-Miss Maybrick.
the one cloud in her sky.
"Oh, yes, she approves Of him." saucy
Madge was saying. "She can put up
with his sunburned face, roughened
hands and the general boorlshness of
farmer. But ] suppose at her age
any man is acceptable. To tell the
truth, l have almost reached that con
dition myself In this man forsaken
spot" And she shook her head in
mock despair.
Jane agrees with her." some one
added little maliciously. "She never
seems to mind sharing his attentions
with her.
A book went down with crash and
angry spots Of scarlet glowed in James
cheeks as she said deflantly: "John
Staunton is not boor. He Is gen
tleman. Just because he scorns to
talk the twaddle that men usually
think good enough for us girls you
vote him boor. He often makes me
ashamed of the little l know, and the
books he lends me have opened up
new world, a world bigger and better
than all the flirting and shams and
heartaehes that go to make up so
ciety. No wonder he likes to talk to
Miss Maybrick. She's worth the whole
lot of us when 1t comes to knowing
the things that are worth whilev'
The girl stopped short with a gasp
as she realized the Mortified hush which
had fallen on the circle. "0h, what
have l said?" she cried and buried her
lace In nef CUSHIONS.
But Madge's gay voice was tender as
she stroked the brown head. you've
read us lecture, JAMIE, DEAR" she
said gently, but fancy we needed 1t
a bit It's horrid to talk about one OF
your friends the way we talk about
Staunton. and we ought to ask your
pardon. As for Miss Maybrick, she's a
stuck up old thing, and you're ever SO
much nicer than she in spite of all she
knows. Just wait till Cousin Alex
comes next week and see the new
world that he opens to you. He is
really literary and writes things for
other people to read"
James face was still hidden. She
was battling to overcome her tears
and even harder to drive out of her
heart the unreasonable jealousy Of the
older woman that somehow had crept
into 1t. The time had been when she
would have scorned her as a rival, but
love had made her humble. Youth and
beauty seemed of small weight to cast
into the scales against years Of scho-
lastic training and study.
Cousin Alex came. He was a slim.
dapper young man, with an important
manner rat'er at variance with his
size. But he had way of retailing
old jokes that made them seem new
and stock Of compliments suited
to every age and was therefore greatly
In favor among the guests at the
sleepy old farmhouse AS BETTING his
pretensions as journalist he ratified
on increasingly about books and litera-
ture. He knew this man and that
book, and, above all. he was one whose
name should some day stand foremost
In the world Of letters. The date was
not yet set, but he spoke Of "his novel;
mysteriously. even reverently, and his
feminine audience was accordingly i'm
pressed
More or less unwlllingly Jane was
compelled to listen to many of these
predictions, for cousin Alex" at once
developed a fondness for her society.
Perhaps certain glances that Staunton
cast In his direction added Zest to the
chase. Perhaps 1t was the elusive
fashion In which the girl received his
advances. Certain 1t is that a weeks
time had earned him the very fitting
name Of James shadow"
Yet to Jane herself each day seemed
to bring more unhappiness. Stanton
came as often as ever, but at sight of
Alex by her side he left the laughing
group TO chat with Miss Maybrick In
intimate aloofness. And as the girl
saw the door to the beautiful new
world closing because the hand Of him
who held II open was withdrawn the
pain and woariness Of her old frivo-
lous life seemed almost past bearing.
Her eyes we're more wistful than she
knew one evening as she saw tall
muscular figure swing up the walk
with the easy. confident stride of the
man who was master Of his fate.
Staunton's face softened as he met
them, and. though Cousin Alex Ham
bin was on hand. as usual, he settled
himself on the top step with the air
of man who had come to stay. The
brown eyes were downcast now, but a
shy blush of pleasure still flushed her
cheeks.
There was always visible air Of
constraint between the two men, but
Hamblin rose manfully to the occa-
sion. Here was most longed for OPP
portunity to prove to Miss Jane that
Etaunton was but boor of farmer,
after all, ard no match for man of
the world Ike himself.
II the older man detected his half
yelled tone Of patronage, he only
smiled quizzically. Indeed, his position
soon grew more untenable than that
Of his adversary. As the conversation
ranged from books to men and back
to books again Jane saw. with a thrill
Of pride, that staunton more than held
his own. What ia more, he held his
temper, precaution neglected by the
other.
At last the talk fell upon one Of the
recent novels. book Of unusual