The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1913-01-10

ing cup filed to the br1m.
"Thanks. Mr.. Mcguire took such
dreadful cold while we were at Groton
lodge"
The invalid was recovering from the
paroxysm and there was nothing for
Emily to do but introduce David to
her employers.
Mr.. Mcguire extended a trembling
hand Mrs Mcguire raised her lorgnon
"From Chicago? In pork, l sup
poser"
David's eyes twinkled even as Emily
Hunts cheeks colored.
"No, not exactly-in the law for pork
men"
Emily bit her lips and, returning to
her chair. stared hard at the flying
scenery.
"Forgive me, Emily, but simply had
to do it. She is impossible"
"But you are in the law
"And for men in pork. l am going
to Europe on my first big commission"
81 am so glad you have found sue
cess" said Emily In a calm voice,
though her heart beat suffocatingly.
She might have helped him to find 1t.
but now he was going to Europe for
mighty corporation, and she was a
companion, the most despised and in
adequately paid parsonage in the Ma.
guire retinue.
Emily, ring for the porter and order
clam broth for US all from the buffet
car"
81 don't care for any, IL you will ex-
cuse me. Mrs. Mcguire. III order for
two"
"Nonsensep' said the domineering
Mrs Mcguire. "a cup of hot broth
will do you good You're looking bit
white this afternoon, and we can't ar
ford to have you sick on our hands
now, with Mcguire ON the ets-se of
pneumonia"
The piercing tones ran the length Of
the car, and there was smothered
laughter up and down the lines. With
crimson cheeks, Emily touched the but
ton, but when the waiter arrived 1t
was Marston who took the matter In
hand and ordered dainty luncheon.
Mrs. Mcguire admitted that for a
man Sin pork" he knew how TO order.
It annoyed her that she could not com
municate this discovery to her hus-
band. Later she said something of the
sort to Emily, who had brought Mr..
Mcguire an evening paper picked up at
Poughkeepsie.
Emily did not seem to hear the pat
ronizing remark of her employer. Her
mind had leaped forward to that mo
ment when the train should pull into
the Grand Central depot. Then she and
the Maguires would enter the carriage
held In waiting by liveried servants,
and Marston would go his self made In
dependent way. When she returned to
her chair the dull, foggy dusk was set
Ting down on the river. Pretty soon
on the broad six track way trains load
ed with suburbanites would be shoot
ing past them, suburbanites going home
to cottages and firesides all their own,
where women who had never dreamed
of artistic careers waited for them.
The porter received Mrs. Mnguire's
curt comment on poor gas with abject
apologies.
"Suthins sure wrong. but we can't
locate the trouble, but We'll soon be in
town." he said and hurried on. He
knew the Mcguire type.
Emily started. Marston's hand was
on her arm, not gently or as a remind
er that he deserved her attention, but
in mastery, determined clasp.
EMILY, do you think for one minute
l am going abroad and leave you with
that-that sort OF woman? I've got
to sail in the morning. There is not
much time, but you can get frills and
frocks In Paris, and when we come
home, If visiting art centers abroad
has reused your ambitions once more,
I'll have you study with the best
81 don't want to study; l have no
ambitions; just want
Marston bent very close to catch the
last word-"you."
Emily, get rug for Mr.. Mcguire"
exclaimed Mrs. Mcguire so sharply that
the doing passengers all woke up.
Then as the girl leaned over to pick up
the fallen rug Mrs. Mcguire whispered
harshly:
81 guess you forget where you arel'
No." replied Emily happily. I've
only just found out where | belong.
Mr.. Marston and l are going to be mar
ried tonight and sail for London in the
morning"
Mrs. Mcguire gave vent to an excla-
nation that reused her husband to
frightened wonder and made several
men in the car laugh aloud.
The little bride in chair IL leaned
over and touched her husbands hand.
BILLY, dear, l believe there's little
story going on right under our noses"
Her husband patted her hand tender.
iy under cover of the friendly dusk.
Wouldn't be surprised, sweetheart.
and all Eve got to say is l hope that
the young man is the sort who will not
consign Emily to drafty seat"
81 hope he is just as dear and good
as you are"
And down in the front of the car
Marston and Emily Hunt sat gazing
sut into the night, too happy for words