The Meeker herald., 1913-08-30

ing cup filled to the Drlm.
.Thanks. Mr.. Mcguire took such Q
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 employer
Mr.. Mcguire extended q trembling
hand. Mrs. Mcguire raised her lorgnon.
From Chicago? In pork. sup
poser
David's eyes twinkled even A. Emily
Hunts cheeks colored.
mo. not exactly-in the law for pork
men"
Emily bit her lips and. returning to
her chair. stared hard at the Tying
scenery.
Forgive me. Emily. but simply had
to do 1t. She II impossible"
But you are in the law
"And for men in pork. ! am going
to Europe on my nrst big commission"
81 am 50 glad you have found sue
cess" said Emily In a calm voice.
though her heart beat sufHocatingly.
She might have helped him to md II.
but now he was going to Europe for
mighty corporation, and she was .
companion. the most despised and In
adequately paid personage in the Ma
guire retinue.
Emily, ring for the porter and order
clam broth for rs all from the buffet
car"
II don't care for any, II you win ex-
cuse me. Mrs. Mcguire. III order for
two"
"Nonsenser' said tho domineering
Mrs. Mcguire. "A cup Of hot broth
will do you good. You're looking bit
white this afternoon. and We can't af-
ford to have you sick on our hands
now. with Mcguire on the edge 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 It
was Marston who took the matter in
hand and ordered dainty luncheon.
Mrs. Mcguire admitted that for
man "in 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 tho
sort to Emily, who had brought Mr..
Mcguire an evening paper picked mp at
Poughkeepsie.
Emily did not seem to hear the pat
ronixing 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 Inverted servants.
and Marston would 60 his self made in
dependent way. When she returned to
her chair the dull. foggy dusk was see-
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 nrssides all their own.
where women who had never dreamed
Of artistic careers waited for them.
The porter received Mrs. Maguire's
curt comment on poor gas with AFFECT
apologies.
''suthin's sure wrong. but We can't
locate the trouble, but we'll soon b 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
am going abroad and leave you with
that-that sort Of q 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. II visiting art centers abroad
has reused your ambitions once more,
I'll have you study with the best
II 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 80 sharply that
the doxing passengers all woke up.
Then as the girl leaned over to pick up
the fallen rug Mrs. Mcguire whispered
harshly:
II guess you forget where you arev'
NO." replied Emily happily. i've
only just found out where belong.
MFR. Marston and 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 II 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
lytunder cover of the friendly dusk.
wouldn't be surprised, sweetheart,
and all I've got to say is hope that
the young man is the sort who will not
consign Emily to drafty seat"