The Kenna record. (Kenna, Roosevelt County, N.M.) 190?-1924, 1913-05-16

had a chance to see her-was a good
looking, almost swarthily dark, young
man with wide, light-gray eyes and
a mouth that seemed always to be
ready to smile. He wore a suit Of
purplish-tan and road-brimmed
Panama pulled down over his fore
head.
Il beg your pardon"
With a little muffied exclamation
and burning flush. Maizie flung her.
self upright. her dainty. brown-suede
pumps descending upon the porch
floor with a click.
Excuse me, Miss-er-Miss Aims
ley. l believe? but was looking for
Mrs. Arden"
Maizie regained her poise with ad-
mirable alacrity. "Out in the garden.
I think, Mr.. Brierson. We scarcely
need an introduction. You see,
have heard Caroline speak of you SO
often that l feel almost as II we're
old friends"
Il trust we shall be very good
ones," he replied, "as well. I, too,
have heard lot about you from our
mutual friend"
Maizie pulled up a chair for him
and sat down on the bench opposite
only" she took up where she had
left off, my name is Maizie Shuttle
worth. you know" She smiled as he
gave a little laugh. A nom de plume.
he unused.
David Brierson was a very inter
esting companion. He laughed when
she said witty things, looked serious
when she talked sense-and listened
to her every word with flattering at
tention.
Brierson? Young Sheriff. canvassed
his mind for something familiar about
the name. 1t struck him suddenly:
David Brierson, author and critic!
she had made this mistake somehow,
and with a whimsical appreciation of
his position, he resolved to humor It.
A writer, herself, 1t was only natural
that she should be attracted by the
atmosphere. Thus 1t was that he se-
cured a private word with his hostess
just before dinner and confided his
secret to her. For If the truth must
be known, Dick Sheriff. desired very
strongly to remain attractive to his
new acquaintance, although he puzzled
little when Caroline Arden laughed
and continued to laugh as she agreed
to his suggestion, and ran upstairs
to speak to Maizie, who, likewise had
her own secret to impart.
HE thinks 1 am Patricia Ainsley,"
she said breathlessly, "and / don't
want you to tell him, Carry. Prob
ably he will cease to take any further
interest in me If he finds out l am
just silly little aspirant for fame
and l do so want to keep friendly"
Mrs. Arden cheerfully acquiesced
and led her young guest down to the
dining-room. They were met at the
door by Sheriff., and the older wom-
an surrendered her partner to his
arm.
When he asked permission to call
upon her, Maizie had replied unhesi-
tatingly: Il have no regular abiding
place. Mr.. Brierson. IL am 30
busy. here, there \and everywhere.
But we shall meet often here at
Caroline's."
The weeks dragged when they did
not see each other, and few when
they did. Still, Sheriff. kept his lips
closed. though every fiber of him was
tingling to tell the girl that he loved
her. And one day he was very glad
that he hadn't. He picked up the
morning paper and read in 1t in far
ing headlines, the announcement Of
Patricia Ainsley's approaching mar
riage to some railroad magnate OF
Chicago His blood boiled. In desper-
alton, he paid a visit to his good
friend, Mrs. Ashton Arden. He
poured out his grief to her and be-
came silently enraged when she
laughed in his face.
In the next room was Maizie Shut
tleworth. Her eyes we're red and
swollen from too much emotion of
some sort and her lips quivered. She
was glad Caroline had company and
had left her alone. She wouldn't
have had her guess her weakness for
kingdom. On one of Mrc. Arden's
silver salvers reposed a richly-en-
graved card which read as follows: