Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1910-10-02
CHAPTER III.
The Lady In the Limousine

CHAPTER III.
The Lady In the Limousine
DERHAPS it was right to dissemble your
L love; but why-did you kick me down
stairs?" He had read the foolish lines some
where, and they rang in CARROTS mind all
down the avenue in his angry walk to the
hotel. When he had come out of Yale and
gone back West for the practical work.
O'Dowd in the shops had been the first to
set him down, and later Jamison, foreman
of road engines, whose vocabulary had made
his name a byword the length of the western
division, had shown him in appropriate lam
guage the small niche he was to fill in the ,
world-at least that part of the world IN
which they both sweated and strove in the
companys service. That was life, expert
ence. 1t had given Garriott in exact terms
the measure of his usefulness. But it was a
year now since Jamison had been given a
chance to swear, and Garriott knew that the
work he had done was good His promotion
and the allowance for experimental work had
proved it. So far as the profession was con-
cerned, he had found himself.
But he could not remember that ever IN
his life he had been placed at such disad-
vantage as in this brief interview with his
snobbish cousin in law. Not O'Dowd nor
even Jamison, rough as they were, had ever
SO diminished him. 1t was clear that in the
eyes of Miss Judson he was creature of an
other world, of the world of those who worked
to create, to build, and serve the uses of sub
limated beings like herself and those of her
class. His own struggle to win his way on
his own merits had made him intolerant of
superfcialities, reflection of which he saw
so plainly written in the face of the hand
some Natalie.
She was handsome. he was compelled to
acknowledge that. He admired good looks
in women with the same impersonal eyes
with which he enjoyed a lovely landscape.
Natalie hudson was fine bit of scenery, of
the Alpine rather than of the domestic va
riety, with the frigid isolation of a glacier.
the lofty magnifcence of a snow capped
mountain which peered down from its clouds
on all lesser things. Palmer women were not
so alarming. He couldn't help smiling as he
remembered old Oliver Judson's description
of her You know, Brooke" he had once
you could ever like. She's bit shrewish,
little shrimp, with eyes and skin the color of
faded cornstalk. A great disappointment,
my boy, a great disappointment! Her
beauty did not make Garriott any less angry
at Oliver Judson for the deception. Marry
her! The thought appalled, him.
NOV that the unpleasant outlines of the
l situation had developed, he was willing
to admit that there had been feeling when
he came from the West that a miracle of some
kind was about to be performed. He had
reached a point where he had learned every
thing in the way of practical work that the
company had to offer at the station. He
was big with plans of his own. There were
the Inventions his multiple cylinder engine
and new generator With money he could
carry on the work and bring the generator
to perfection in few months. The engine
was already a success. If he remained in the
service of the railroad. the company must
reap the benefit of all experimental work
done in its employ. There had already been
some preliminary meetings in Washington
with the patent attorneys of the company.
and the patents for the Improvements in sig
nails would soon be granted. They were now