The Chickasha daily express. (Chickasha, Indian Territory [Okla.]) 1899-current, 1914-11-10

- held the new tan-
go hose, cravat and bordered handker-
chief. In the hatbox was new pearl
gray hat, and in the cupboard brand
new walking stick. A shirt, carefully
selected from a new half-dozen, lay
over chair, and new gloves and boots
were In their proper places.
This beautiful Sunday was to be a
day of days. At two o'clock he was
to dine at the Emersons to meet Miss
Wilda Winters. And Frederick knew
as we'll as all the rest of Greendale
that old Henry Winters had coined
money almost as fast as the mint.
after he had moved to New York.
Frederick rolled out of bed, bathed
and made painfully careful toilet,
albeit his brain was buster planning
things to say to the prospective heir
ess than with the shoestrings and col
lar buttons.
It was common talk in Greendale
that Frederick Adair would never
marry. Bachelorhood ran In the Adair
family.
Its a shame for him to waste Mar
garet Cartwright's timel" was the
common cry. He'll never marry her
in the world"
Frederick finished dressing. He
had tried to conjure up mental pho
tograph of Vida Winters, but inva-
riably her hair was soft and of shin
ing chestnut brown like Margaret's,
and Margaret's violet eyes smiled at
him.
When Beau Brummel sailed forth,
after critical inspection in his mir
ror, the annoying mental vision had
vanished. Instead, on the retina of
his mental eye was an impression OF
Mr.. Frederick Adair, correctly and ex.
pensively caparisoned in the newest
style, ready to lay siege to the heart,
hand and fortune of Miss Winters.
1t was too early to present himself
at the Emersons. The morning being
exceptionally fine, he wandered into
the park And as luck would have it
Margaret. returning from church, de-
cided to take the path in the park, too
and they met.
Darn It'll" was his mental ejacula.
tion when he recognized her. Then
his eyes widened with admiration. In
new suit Of silk, the exact shade
OF her eyes, and little tip-tilted hat
with blue flowers, she was adorable
Coed morning-what shall / call
you-Madam Ceres?"
She laughed and held out her hand
Good morning, Mr.. Brummel. Thank
you for your compliment, but Ceres
only made potatoes grow. Besides,
I'm not madam"
"Of course! always say the wrong
thing" He glanced at his watch
There was still plenty of time before
dinner. where are you going? And
may go .along?"
I'm going home, and you may go
along. was just hoping to see you
today. I'm going away tonight"
Away? For how long and where.
may ask?"
81 am going forever and always.
to answer your first question. ana
to New York, thence to Europe, to
Stuuys "a uiA 6O0o Wou. ~ my uu
sic."
The lightness of her tone stabbed
him. Here was new Margaret
who was going away, and glad of the
prospect. He had always supposed
that had he taken the notion to pro-
pose she would never have hesitated
for second to say Yes"
Now she appeared to be unattain-
able. 1t was the first time in his life
that his vanity had been hurt. vanity
that had stifled love.
Margaret"
"Yes?"
81 can't let you go!"
"Why, Frederick. don't under
stand. Can't let me go? Why, pray?"
Because l love you'll" he said, try.
ing to get a glimpse of her eyes.
Don't you think you might come back
and marry me! Or. better still, not go
at all. I'm done for, Margaret, If you
do"
IL might think about it, Freder.
ick." she said softly. 1T is rather
hard to unmake my mind. Won't you
come home with me to dinner?"
And the Emersons with Miss Vida
Winters waited in vain for their guest
until the telephone announced that
he had been unavoidably detained
Copyright, 1914. by the Mcclure, Newspa-