Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1910-10-02

pany with the COmpanyS money, WnaC
might he not accomplish for himself with
money of his own? He did not shrink from
the task of facing the future alone and I'M
aided. But he wasn't fool enough to refuse
a helping hand if it was offered him. Oliver
hudson had once told him that some day
there would be money for him to use as he
pleased; but he had neglected to mention
the conditions that were to accompany the
bequest hudson had never volunteered ma
terial assistance since the day Garrlott re-
fused to go into the wool business. Even if
he had offered it then, Garriott would have
refused.
Now things were different. Garriott was
confident enough of himself and Of his work
to believe that the Garrlott eng ne had
more important mission than that OF the
Eastern Home for Aged Business Men. I'm
til his inventions had passed the period OF
experiment he had never thought about
money; but now he could see how much he
was to need it, and how much of it he was to
need,-not for the comfortable things it
could provide the body, for he had healthy
scorn of luxurv,-he wanted it to prove to
his fellows what he had been almost six years
proving to himself.
1t would have been beautiful thing if the
miracle could have been performed. 1t was
time he was thinking about marrying some
cornstalk coloring had appealed to his i'm
agination The thought of her had suggested
the things of which he was unafraid, good
fellowship, hominess and the singing of a
tea kettle But the real Natalie Judson-
no, he did not want to marry Natalie; he
would as soon have thought of making love
to the Falls of Niagara. A fellow who lived
close to the ground could not afford to har-
Dor scornful deity among his modest house
hold gods.
THE next morning, his suit case packed,
his hotel bill paid, Brooke Garriott went
down town to Northrop's Office. AS he
reached the sidewalk of the cross street
motor with chauffeur and footrnan drew up
at the curb The footman descended, OPEN
ed the door of the limousine, and woman
in mourning stepped out. The path OF the
feminine figure and CARROTS converged up
on the marble doorway; but it was not until
they reached the entrance together that he
saw the woman was Natalie Judson. Her
start of surprise did not escape him, and as
he took off his hat she inclined her head
slightly in recognition while he paused to let
her pass in before him. Garriott replaced
his hat with the abruptness with which one
turns off the water of cold shower bath.
A light feminine laugh made him turn
toward the automobile, from the door of
which Mrs Kempton's face was smiling at
him. He hesitated. If Miss Judson was
calling on Northrop, it was clear that both
convention and inclination required that he
90 elsewhere. He was in no humor to cool
his heels in Northrop's anteroom, conscious
that the girl in the adjoining office was scien-
tifcally engaged upon catalogue of his de-
fcencies. He glanced at the woman in the
vehicle; then went over to her, reslstless
against the appeal of her humor.
"You timed your visits nicely she said.
Il hope you'll forgive me for stopping you
if it was prearranged-'
I'm glad l didn't 60 in, he laughed.
"My ears are tingling now
II wanted very much to see you she in
terrupted. Ibid you know l sent a note to
your hotel on the way down? They said you
had left town.
Il have Technically, I'm on my way
West. As soon as | see Mr.. Northrop-'
"You mustn't go there yet. I've some
thing so important to say to you. Won't
YOU get in for a moment?'
She made place for him beside her, and
as he paused again she broke in gaily, "Oh
you needn't worry. This isn't the Judsor
equipage. It's mine. If you won't consent
to accent her hospitality-' And when he