Kingsbury County independent. (DeSmet, Kingsbury County, S.D.) 1894-1929, 1911-05-05
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the cup back 10 him. Pour a little
fresh tea In, spill IL gently, turn the
cup against the saucer and twirl it
three times. That's the incantation."
She extended her hand for the cup.
There is always a woman in a
mans tea cup" she began. There are
WI in this one
Good gracious"
Yes. Do you see THAR" pointing to a
cluster 90 leaves.
Looks like a camel. Am / going to
be thirsty %
That always indicates scandal" she
declared soberly.
"Scandal?" He smiled specifically.
Scandal and disappointment. But
Ing permanency. Have you In en-
None that I know of, save myself.
But don't you think something Is the
matter with the tea? 1t seems impos-
sible that those harmless grounds
Why, I shan't sleep o. nights
You are laughing. Yet, this man is
there. And here is a lie, too. It's a
very bad cup. Mr.. Warrington. In
sorry"
S am l." gaily. by the way, when
DO you and your mother start for New
York;"
we leave tonight"
Good. Do you mind II 1 take the
same train DOWN."
Mother and I'll be glad to have you
with US"
AT 2 o'clock they began the tourney
home. All told, II was an enjoyable day
for Warrington. More han ever he set
his face against The great city and
looked with satisfaction ON the hills of
his childhood. 1t would be a pleasant
pastime to sit on Patty's yeranda and
talk, become. and act like one OF the
young people. He was growing old;
his youth must be renewed soon. or he
would lose 1t utterly,
noise; the calling of cabmen. the clang-
ing OF street cars, the rumbling OF the
elevated. the roaring OF the drays and
the rafting OF the carts.
warrington, Patty and her mother
alighted from the train in the gloomy,
smoky cavern called the Grand Central
station and walked toward the gates.
There was sunshine outside, but Ii was
scarcely noticeable through the black
ened canopy overhead.
There's joint cried Patty, Selling
her mothers arm. And Miss Challon-
err, tool"
A moment later the son was holding
his mother in a fond embrace. Mrs.
Bennington CAV the actress her hand,
who ignored II, put her arms around
che mother AMI kissed her.
Breakfast awaited them at Benning-
tons hotel. This passed off smoothly.
Then Warrington excused himself. He
had a business engagement down town.
1t was arranged, however, that they
were to be his guests that evening at
dinner and a box party at the summer
opera. On Wednesday, at 10, they were
TO breakfast In his apartment. From
his room they would go straight to
the parsons, the Little Church Around
the Corner"
The day passed quickly for all con-
cerned; the dinner and box party left
nothing TO be desired.
The Wedding breakfast would have
provoked envy In the heart Of Lucullus;
for Warrington was a thoroughgoing
epicure.
Patty was delighted. Warrington
guided her about the rooms on a tour
OF inspection. He pointed out all the
curios and told the history OF each. The
desk Interested her most.
And this is where o write? Won't
you give me a single sheet of manu-
script to take home with me?"
Il certainly shall"
He pulled out a drawer and found
some old manuscript. He selected a
sheet. signed IT. and gave it to her.
II am richi'' the girl exclaimed.
Signed manuscript from a real live au-
I suppose that you receive tons
Of letters from autograph fiends? ?"
Its a part OF the days work" His
Here Is one out of the ordi-
She drew out the letter and read 1t
DO you receive many like THAR"
Very few; that's why I treasure II. /
should like to meet the writer; but
that's impossible"
Evidently it was written in good
There's not the least doubt of that.
am glad OF n thing: I can't disillu-
sion her"
What do you mean7"
"Oh, this young woman thinks I
must be a paragon Of virtues. I'm not:
I'm a miserable impostor. She takes Il
for granted that ! am good and kind
and wise"
Aren't your" asked Patty gravely.
"As men 90. / always try to be kind: |
sometimes I am good. and sometimes I
wise"
I'm afraid you are n of those
young men who try to be bad and can't.
They are hopeless"
WhKTtftSLOu auBneO /
sBut I am superstitious about that
letter. I've carried II in my pocket for
weeks. It's a kind OF mentor. When
ever some foo thing comes INTO my
head, I stop and think OF the letter"
"That Is good. The writer hasn't
wasted her time"
81 love youi" whispered John.
Miss Challoner smiled into his eyes.
smile encouraged him, and he
raised her hand to his lips.
All, IL IL were not for those gloves.
WHY did he not say somethinr7 Che
was positive that he had them. TO
smile and laugh and talk; to face the
altar, knowing that he possessed those
hateful gloves! To pretend to deceive
wnen she knew thar he was not de-
ceived. IL was m~addening.
At tho church the women cried a
little. The bride and groom left inn
mediateiy for Boston, from which city
iley were 10 sail Tor Europe tine follow
ing day. In the carriage John drew
mis- bride close TO his heart.
Mime" he said. kissing her. God
grant that ! may make YOU happy,
HIS hand stole into his coat pocket
and gently dropped something into her
lap. She looked down and saw through
her tears q crumpIed pair OF white kid
cloves. Then h knew what manner
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