New-York tribune., 1910-10-02

rather pleasantly. IL pretty CiedI liolH-
ing else is possible
UNLESS perhaps you gave me the oppor-
tunity of refusing you.
He bowed politely. The irony of her hui
NOR did not inspire friendliness. And his
continued civility met her thrusts with
weapon as sensitive as her own. She was
surprised at the keenness of his perceptions,
which belied certain abruptness OF manner
and a curious drawl which she recOgnlZ as
peculiar to the people of Western Pennsylva-
MIA. Bat she chose another course which
would not spare him.
MIR Northrop has done his duty; but
I'm sorry you've been put to the lnconven-
ience of this visit, since it can result only IN
kindness to speak plainly. May l do the
same? l have no intention of marrying
When do. l shall prefer to choose my hus-
band myself. | know you'll agree that 1T
takes other things besides money to make
marriage possible. | don't mean sentiment
l might get along without that. But could
never marry a man who wasn't accustomed
to, who doesn't know, the people know, who
wasn't in my-er-
Erin your set said Garriott suddenly.
Il should not have said it that way; but
since you understand
She had not scrupled to veil the insult.
hat and rose. If it will make it easier, he
said quietly, use my name as you please;
that is, to say that I've proposed to you and
been refused. I'll write Mr.. NOrthrop to
that effect. Good afternoon"
He bowed and turned to the door She
noted that his eyes no longer smiled. His
brow was smooth; but his lips We're COM
pressed. As he reached the door she halted
him.
WAIT a moment, please. She stood
wavering, holding the back of chair and
looking out of the window, while he waited
for her to go on. Il was hoping, she con-
tinued in low tone THAT you would not
think me worse than l am. 1t has been
harder for than thought
She accepted the rebuke of his silence; but
| finished, Il don't want to be hard think
| almost wish we were friends. OF course
you must see it's mpossible-absolutely I'M
possible!"
"Oh, do he returned "A girl doesn't
| want fellow thrown at her head But the
| fellow can't be blamed for not liking the re-
bound. The only thing left is to carom back
as cheerfully as possible. Id like you TO re-
| member, though"
THERE was a commotion in the hallway
outside where the butler stood at the
street door, and the sound of a feminine
voice. "Oh, you needn't bother. Bradley:
she'll see me-" And Mrs. kempton entered
in the tlutfiest of afternoon costumes, fresh
from a round of teas. Natalie darling. |
Just stopped in for moment to tell you-
Oh. beg pardon
She halted as her amused glance took in
the situation. the girl uncomfortable and dis
tant, the man, hat in hand. lowering angrily
near the doorway. Miss JudSon'S lips moved
almost iOantIblV as rr1Irrrr1fIreti the con-
ventional, Have YOU met Mr.. Garriott,
Mrs. kempton?"
The intruder raised her lorgnon much
a part of her afternoon costume as the crop
of her riding habit-and examined the other
visitor. Her scrutiny over, she extended her
hand and gave him her friendliest smile
How do YOU do she said. I'm awfully
glad to meet you" And then miSchievously
to Miss Iudson. Bradley said YOU were en-
gagged. Natalie dear; but | shall never be-
licve 1t.
Miss IudSon gaSped rs she caught the
meaning OF this unusual audacity. "Abbyi
| she cried.