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

"Abominably?"
"I-here, read!" She stopped to the floor gathered
the end and nsm into Abby
THE visitor read wide eyed gasping cry of amaze
L ment as the purport of the document was revealed
to her. "Ths argon-I hardly understand what does
it mean? Who in the world is Brooke Garrott?" she
asked breathlessy.
"My future husband" returned Natalie calmly
ironcal. "How do you like the manner"
"Is it joke-or what? never heard OF him. You
can't mean"
II do It's that-or disinheritance Can't you read?
That my uncles will part of it. He thought I'd die
spinster; he carefully arranged marriage for me-
Kind, wasn't it?
"It's horrible! What terrible old mani"
"If refuse the money goes to INDECENT cats and go
to-to-to typewriting.'
Mrs Kempton's glance fell to the pink tips of Miss
Judsons carefully groomed fingers and followed to the
dainty silk and aces of her morning gown. You'll
She drop ID into chair and laughed until the tears
down her cheeks. She was surprised that Miss
"You must forgive me, Natalie dear; but it's too
absurd, You a typewriter! Why it would make your
fingers blunt
II couc do it, though"
"But you won't!" cried Mrs. Kempton, suddenly
serious lack wouldn't permit it, would 1.
Until I'm married? TO whom, Winthrop Town
send?"
you've always considered him. you know"
"Oh Winthrop isn't bad but the mere fact that he
has become necessity makes him impossible. And as
for Brooke Garrott if he were handsome god,
honorable as Cato admirable Crchton he'd still be
the one man should most hate. Any girl would. One
doesn't like ones husband served en- broeheHe"
Mrs. Kempton smiled "And yet they do it abroad
she ventured. eff your young man was an Italian
Prince, perhaps you wouldn't be so scornful.
But he isn't. He's mllhand or something dread
ful-an engineer in of the railroad shops in Penn
sylvania. He used to be fireman locomotive-you
know the grmy people in dirty overas hanging
from their engines at the end of journey Ugh!'
The shudder SO genuine that it echoed in her
visitor. "Oh Natalie, what possessed your uncle to do
lie was haven't doubt of it. He used to provoke
into kind of blind rage, just because he liked
to so he liked the color in my cheeks he said.
He was testing all the time. know it l wish
had known it then. What he used to do to Garriott
can't imagine; but it must have been something of the
bothered people he didn't care for He wanted to
the sparks fly That his way of showing affection.
"Brute" muttered Abby Kempton:
II remember once, Natalie unused, Uncle divers
telling me of quarrel they had. don't know why
should think of it now; but do. Garriot out on
the railroad testing engine for the company. Some
qured. So Garrott climbed out the running board
with the temperature below and lay there for three
hours playing the hose the axle, or whatever it
that had gone wrong to keep it COOL When they got
he frozen fast; but they arrived on time. He got
promotion for that-also pneumonia Uncle Oliver
furious. When Brooke getting better Uncle went
to see him at the hospital and they had quarrel He
fool, Uncle Oliver said to run chance of death
for other mans mistake. Brooke thanked him;
but said he'd do it over again if he had to. Uncle
wanted him to stop working with rowdies, come to
New York, and 60 into his wool business. Brooke said
his friends not rowdies and told Uncle Oliver that
he and the wool business could go-ahem to the devil
How very interesting! He has spirit And he
wouldn't leave the ralroad?"
mo, he's there yet; grmier and more rowdyish than
ever, suppose
"You We seen him?"
Not since was child. Don't you see what po-
ston it places me in? He's rough, that's sure, also
stout and probably moist never saw a man on
locomotive who wasn't Uncle Oliver never set much