Newark evening star and Newark advertiser., 1910-09-14
The Carleton Case ~nnsssy Z .s:sa e.ssh ).

approval. The girl was certainly look
ing her best, her pretty hair curling
about her forehead in little clustering
rings, her face just delicately flushed
with color. her blue eyes very coquet-
tish and very sparkling. Doubtless,
too these same practised eyes lost
nothing Of Carletons condition, for 1t
was with certain easy assurance that
she came up to him and slipped her
arm Familiarity through his with a gen.
tie welcoming pressure, glancing up
almost impudently into his face. Hell
10, dear" she said, "and how's Jack?"
Carleton looked down at her, an odd
mixture of emotions showing in his
face; certain satisfaction, a certain
shame. above all. a certain reckless
ness-the recklessness of the aristocrat
who, with a shrug of his shoulders,
goes voluntarily out of his class, fasci-
mated beyond his strength, half-scorn-
full of himself. and wholly regardless
of what the consequences may be.
"Oh. fine, thanks" he answered alb
sently, and then, as they emerged from
the station into the street, he returned
the pressure of her arm. You're look
ing very pretty. Jeanne" he said, I'm
glad l 3ot your note"
They sauntered slowly up Union
street, the girl chattering vivaciously,
and glancing UP at Carleton as she
talked, with a subtle and iattering at
tention; Carleton for the most part
listening. from time to time nodding
or answering In monosyllables At the
uptown crossing they came to BRIEF
irresolute halt. "Well," said Carleton
20 nd rttlno 90. r. ,I--lx
river?"
The girl, with a little smile, shook
her head. NO" she answered ca !.
priciously I'm tired of the river. We've
done that so often. l want a motor
tonight. l nice long ride. Well have
beautiful time.
Carleton doubtfully shook his head
He was in a distinctly contradictory
mood. Nice long ridish," he observed,
''in nice big motors. damn expensive
things for man that's short money.
Motors 'xpensive things; SOS girls"
The girl laughed. but did not lack the
cleverness to see how her point might
best be gained. "Are you short of
money, really7" she said with quick
It's shame Well go on the river,
You dear boy; you need some one to
comfort you," and the big blue eyes
gazed up into his, bold and unashamed
She had comprehended his mood per-
fectly. Instantly his tone changed
mo, no." he answered quickly, won't
do an'thing of the kind. Got little
money left for frens." He laughed un-
certainly. OF you want motor, you're
In, rhat
'sh to it. Do an'thing for you, Jeanne"
She smiled up at him with dangerous
sweetness. You're so good to me,
Jack" she murmUred, and the gentle
pressure on his arm was in nowise
diminished. You do everything for
me. 1 only wish sometimes / could do
something for you"
He gazed down at her, all that was
weakest and worst in his nature upper
most in his face. Maybe cam he said
thickly, maybe can; come on; we're
goin' get motor now"
At about the sar1e hour that Carle-
ton had left the Mayhower, farther up
town, in the reception room at the
Press Club, Arthur Vaughan sat wait
ing for his friend Helmar to return.
He was young man of medium height
emu Dullu, llClilSu To De d tr1llo cdre-
less about his dress; his clothes a little
threadbare; his brown hair and mus
tache allowed to grow little too long;
his carelessly knotted tie a good year
out of style. Yet his face, looked at
more closely, was distinctly good; a
face somewhat thin and worn; the
mouth and chin nervous, sensitive; the
forehead high; the brown eyes straight
forward and kindly-the eyes of man
a little detached from the world about
bin, a little inclined, on his way
through life, unconsciously to pause
and dream.
Presently the door opened, and Hell
mar entered, the expression on his face
one OF half-humorous disgust Same
old Jack Carleton he said. He's not
downstairs. and it's five minutes OF