The Celina Democrat. (Celina, O. [Ohio]) 1895-1921, 1911-04-14
lCopyright, by Daily Story Pub. co.

NCOpyrlBntI Uy Dally StOiy 49,
With unconcealed admiration, Tres
colt watched a smartly gowned woman
move leisurely through the tearoom
throng. He was tremendously pleased
when he saw her nod and smile to has
friend, Florence Catherwood, and ae'
cept a seat at her table. The woman
might have been on the shady side OF
40, but she looked scarcely 30 in her
sale gray costume with chinchilia
trappings. Her face was rarely beau
tiful under the soft dark waves OF barr'
and the only tell-tale was the sad
dropped mouth with every pathetic
line accentuated. She opened her coat,
displaying fascinating glimpses OF a
lace-befriued blouse, and from her
neck dangled a barbaric jeweled chaln.
There was something singularly at
tractive in this woman, with her tragic
dark eyes and sorrowful mouth, and
Trescott's languid interest in the sur
rounding hustle was awakened, so he
rose ana crossed swiftly to Mrs. Cath
erwood's table.
She introduced him to her friend,
Mrs. Fox of New Orleans, and Trescott
sat down without invitation, only CON
scious of meeting a pair of beautiful
gray eyes. Then he began to wonder
If he had been asleep the last Few
months, for Mrs. Fox, to his eager
earnest question, replied that she had
been in NeO York since early fall.
Florence Catherwood smiled in
diligently at Trescott's undisguised
admiration and attention. Trescott
was always on the lookout for
fascinating women, yet in his whole
life he had never been seriously
in love. He was, however, young, Mrs
Catherwood reflected, and she slipped
her tea and idly listened to their genial
prattle.
The next night they met in Mrs
Catherwoods box at the opera. Mrs
Fox was radiantly beautiful in mauVe
satin with amethysts about her splen-
did neck and in her dark hair. The
brilliant light was indulgent; she
looked young and fresh, and her eyes
smiled a happy welcome as Trescott
took a seat directly behind her The
opera was Faust" but they heard
scarcely any, so engrOssed were they
in each other 1t seemed to Trescott
that something he had lost had come
back to him again. And as he listened
to her low, sweet voice, telling him of
herself, her southern home, surround
ed with the fragrance Of magnolia
trees, he felt instinctively that she had
already entered the radius of his life.
When Marguerite was singing the
Jewel song, he kaned mpulsively for
word, world of ardent sincerity in his
tone: II am going to see you so much;
l want to know you so well"
And you shall" she answered soft
ly.
After that they met everywhere. 1t
annoyed him wh0 he learned she was
divorced. He had an intense aversion
to divorced women and always avoided
them. Nevertheless, his interest in
Mrs. Fox did not waver. She was a
constant surprise to him, and he frank
ly liked her more than any woman he
had ever known. He visited places he
had never gone before in the hopes Of
meeting her, and gradually began to
hold her in a closer relationship than
he had ever drifted with a woman. At
length 1t became a necessity to be
with her and ask her advice upon mat
ters that heretofore he would have
scoffed at the mere idea of consulting
with a woman. He could not account
for it, but the experience was at least
novel, and he persuaded himself to be-
lieve it was a rare, beautiful friendship
between two congenial souls.
One late afternoon in February he
met her descending Mrs. Catherwood's S
steps. She looked unusually lovely in
velvet and soft dark furs, and there
was glad recognition in her eyes as
she extended her hand from a huge
muff
Il thought you we're going to pass
he by" she said reproachfully.
NO, no" he told her quickly; Il
wasn't sure It was you for the fraction
Of a second, Where are YOU going?'