New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1911-11-12

STEP into the drawing room, please, said
- the maid all tell Miss Lois you re
here. Sir. Shall take your coat ana hat'
It's raining quite hard, Sir, ain t It!
ga little muttered Harry, welding
dripping coat hat, and umbrella. The big
clock at the foot of the stairs said eight,
twenty-five. He had run all the way, ana
was quite out of breath as he passed INTO inc
drawing room It was empty; but the ioId,
ing doors to &c library stood wide open ana
with a sinking heart Harry deserted MI
Fielding. The latter heard him and glanced
up over his paper
"Ah, good evening, Harry. y wet nlght'
I'm afraid.
&c cd evening, Sir" Harry lowered him
self into a deep armchair and viewed MS
shoes and trousers ruefully. They were wet
and muddy; for in his haste he had splashed
through every puddle on the way.
aRaining pretty hard, isn't it, continued
Mr. Fielding, folding his paper and laying II
@Not-not 50 very" Harry replied with a
fine attempt at nonchalance. i think II 5
about over, Sir. =,
@Rcallv?" Mr.. Fielding rose and walked
TO a window. Hum guess you're an
optimist. Harry. Looks to me ike an all
night lob" He came into the drawing room'
putting contcntedly at his cigar: Let IN, me
see. where's this party to be? AT the VIII
sons, isn't it,
"Ycs, Sir"
well. guess Lois will be down pretty
soon now. Must be long after eight Ia
say"
@About-yes, Sir, think it is.
Don't let her stay too late. Hello. my
boy. YOU look pretty wet. Bottom didnt
fall out Of the carriage, hope.
"No, Sir" Harry smiled wanly, and Mr.
Ficlding's eyes narrowed mite.
didn't YOU come in carriage!
@No, Sir" Harry replied miserably.
"Oh, they're coming here for you: see:
Still. | think it would have been better II
you'd ridden yourself. Wet shoes aren't
very handy to dance in. Besides you may
catch cold. Didn't think OF that l pre-
sumc:' 1ho,.o,,,+
ordered carriage, Mr.. Fielding.
"No carriage? What are you going to 90!
Won don't expect nv daughter to walk on a
night ike this, do you? Why, It must be
nearly half-mile to the Wilson's!
@IlT hopcd the rain would stop.
"You hoped-" Mr.. Fielding was plainly
exasnerated. and Harry attentively observed
his wet shoes. I'm afraid hoping isn't
going to affect the weather tonight, con-
finued Mr.. Fielding dryly. You'd better
run out to the phone and tell them to hurry
carriage right around here
Il wish could, Sir; but cant al
ford it," Harry looked up dcprecatingly.
II haven't enough money, you see.
HIM" Mr.. Fielding nodded: i see
Why didn't you say 50 in the first place;
Ashamed Of it,
IA little, guess
no reason why you should be- don't
believe could have sent flowers to young
lady and hired a carriage tor her mySeIi
when | was your age. lie smiled ana
Harry took heart. Let me see, your get
ting ten dollars a week, aren't you? Flowers
and carriages must make quite hole IN a
ten-dollar bill. Think you can afford this
society businessE
aN-no. Sir, I'm afraid | can't.
doesn't look like it, does it: II | were
YOU I'd omit flowers until | could afford
them. Harry. Girls like them, know; but
| dare say Lois wouldn't think any the less
of YOU if YOU left them out. Think she
would"
40, Sir" .r
a. II I .Lo,,c,l,t cI,o would I'd give her