The Topeka state journal. [volume] (Topeka, Kansas) 1892-1980, 1911-10-05
TIE EVENING STORY
Genevieve's Match.
(By Marion Gordon.o

the crowded avenue.
There isn't another girl in the
| her mother. picking up her embroid-
| cry.
tits an excellent thing there isn't
or all the mothers and aunts in crea-
ton would be battering at the doors of
the 1unatic asy1ums,' returned Miss
Augusta Levering grim1y.
Genevieve's mother ruffied indig-
nantly. I'm glad my daughter has
sufficient strength of character to re-
sist the temptation of title, Au-
GUSTAV
IAN empty title you meant" retorted
Miss lowering.
"You would be the first to criticise
Gene if the count squandered her
money" commented Mrs Whitmore.
AT least it would be spent royalty"
was Miss Levering's strange retort-
Augusta Levering!"
''Well?" defiantly.
would you marry a man like Count
Tremaine?'
we were speaking of Genevieve and
the match you expected her to make"
she said coldly. There has been talk
enough about Genevieve and the sort
of match she would make from the
time she put up her hair-and that
was a good ten years ago-you needn't
try to evade the situation, Bessie; Gene
has had every opportunity to make
good match, and so far she does not
seem to have met the right one"
s'She says they do not come up to
her ideal.'' murmured Genevieve's
mother. you know Gene is an ex-
ceptional girl
II admit Exceptionally beautiful
Unusually accomplished-sin gularly
charming when she chooses to be-yet
some of the men who have loved Gen
evieve have been fine fellows, and in
their own way, good matches"
II know it, Augusta" Mrs. Whit
more was quite meek now.
Bessie and Miss Augusta. Lever
ing's voice was hoarse1y significant,
whom do you suppose Gene is wait
waiting for?" faltered Genevieve's
little mother.
Yes"
s'why-I haven't the least idea" and
Mrs Whitmore at that instant ap-
peared to speak the truth.
tHum!' calculated Augusta, with
contemptuous disbelief,
Mrs. Whitmore arose with dignity in
every line of her small, graceful figure.
Slowly she gathered up her needle
work into its silken bag and went to
the door.
REALLY, Augusta, think we better
not discuss Gene and her affairs We
can never agree upon the matter
When the door closed behind Mrs
Whitmore's offended back, Miss Lev
long mirror between the front win
dows.
.'Humph," she muttered discomfort
eddy; "it's all very we'll for Bessie to
appear Indifferent to Genes foolish
ness where men are concerned, but
in my opinion if the girl isn't married
pretty soon she will have to take up
with poor stick after all. Brunettes
age quickly" she scanned her own
dark, thin SAGE critically, s'and soon
he IN
specialist!
"I wonder if she is waiting for Ben
Marrow rather thought she was i'm
pressed with him, but he's been abroad
three years and she's had time to get
over that fancy" Augusta spoke as
If love were a malady that required a
certain time to run its course, after
which the patient might once more go
forth and tempt contagion.
ben NARROW is the handsomest the
richest the very incest fellow in Genes
set, and I don't wonder she lost her
heart to him. I wonder If she knows
that Ben came home yesterday" Au-
gusta picked Up the morning newspa-
per and turned to the steamer arrivals
of the day before. Benjamin Champ
ME NARROW she read thoughtfully
"I'll ask her suddenly and she may be
taken unawares-it's my right to
know" she excused herself, FOR Gene
is my favorite niece and If I never
marry I shall leave her all my money
Genevieve Whitmore was the only
niece Augusta lowering was blessed
with, and therefore her favoritism was
mpulsory rather than a matter of
choice But Augusta lowering had de-
ceived herself all her life, and conse-
quent1y her whole viewpoint was
wrongly focused. It would need a
distinct shock to bring her back to an
understanding of rightful values and
the requisite conclusion was not far
distant.
Later in the afternoon Genevieve
sauntered into the room, wearing her
clothes in the carelessly graceful man
ner that her aunt secretly envied. Mrs
Whitmore had returned to the draw
ing room and was making tea. She
looked up as her daughter entered.
$50 you are back again, darling?"
she murmured, as Genevieve leaned
over and kissed the snowy hair.
Yes, and hungry enough to eat a
square yard of bread and butter" said
Genevieve, as she tossed her furs on
chair and slowly drew off her gloves.
The two older women looked at her
adoringly-
Genevieve had dropped in at tea in
the next block and they talked about
it now. In the midst of the talk Au-
gusta tossed her bombsheIl.
Gene, did you know Ben NARROW
had returned 2"
sOh, yes, I saw him at the tea, re-
turned Geneyieve, coolly.
rs he as handsome as ever and as
fascinating?" demanded Augusta.
"Quite, Aunt Gus said the girl,
careIessIy. HE attracted me as much
as he ever did" Miss Levering did not
see the CLEAN of mischief in her niece's
eye Mrs. Whitnore was Indignantly
rafting the teaspoons.
Augustus eyes were fastened on her
niece's white left hand.
"Genevieve Whitmore, whose ring
are you wearing?'' she almost Shrek
ed. Bessie. I do believe the witch is