The bee. (Earlington, Ky.) 1889-19??, 1914-01-02
FROM THE OLD HOME
By L. 0. HUME.

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There Is no more lonely experience
than being among strangers in
large city, upon holiday; 80 thought
Lydia Hargrave. as she started out for
the matinee one Thanksgiving after.
noon, in a brave effort to enjoy the
day. In spite OF her lonely condition.
Lydia belonged 10 an old cultivated
family OF Hartford, but, like so many
Of our old eastern families, the
strength OF the Ilargraves had been
given to the accumulation OF culture
rather than the accumulation Of dol
lars, and Lydia had accepted a posi-
lion in young ladies' boarding school
in Buffalo.
Mr. Joshua Wheeler. middle-agod,
wellto-do and q merchant OF Hartford,
found himself held IN Buffalo over
this same Thanksgiving day. lie did
not know that Lydia was In Buffalo
indeed, he had not seen nor thought
of her since she was a child.
Lydia. as she turned down Genesee
street, headed for the Star theater,
was delighted to see some one from
her old home, and approached Mr..
Wheeler with happy confidence. AS
she came near enough TO speak to him.
she saw plainly that he did not recog-
nize her. She hesitated. and filled with
embarrassment aud indignation, hur
ried on. She had not gone far. when
she heard rapid Footsteps behind her.
aud turning iInnodlAtely, discovered,
Mr.. Wheeler. In his most auave man
ner Mr.. Wheeler raised his hat and
inquired IL she was going to the matt
nea.
Yea" said Lydia. tentatively.
May I Join your" murmured Mr..
Wheeler. Et
n should be most pleased to have
you" Ne replied.
Lydia had been rowing her own boat
for over six years and had learned to
steer.
Mr.. Wheeler secured their seats and
they we're comfortably settled with
some minutes to chat before the cur.
tain vent uD. Lydia could not feel
certain that Mr.. Wheeler did not know
her, and in order to test the point,
said:
Now you must tell me who you
are"
Mr. Wheeler hesitated. then with
emphasis that was slightly oyerdone,
said:
"Calhoun--cslhoun; haven't card
with me. but I'm Calhoun-William
Calhoun"
Then she knew.
And where are you from, Mr.. Cal !
houn?" sweetly murmured Lydia
Tn from New York"
New York city,"
Eyes, from the metropolis. And !
now you must tell me your name
Lydia cogid not think OF any high |
sounding, romantic name, 80 she cbok-
lngiy murmured: Jones, Mary Jones"
20. come now, your name isn't
Jones; tell me what It really is"
but It is Jones, and it Is nnkind OF
you to doubt il. II is bad enough to
have to 20 through life with such
name without having people
make personal remarks about it,"
Here The curtain went up and their
was interrupted. Just be
lore the last act her escort said.
Tin going to take yon home"
Me- said Lydia. trying to fenoe,
n II so Oar ont to my 1Duye that ron
rolia got lost, and perhaps never get
back" ttf @Ns W |
Elm gOiag to take FOn home. Yon
ARE lpd me 10 believe that might,
md don't intend to let you 20 alone"
But your Interpretation is wrong
"What other Interpretation Is
herSf"
"ThiS. had every right to speak to
right to let you 90 to the
matinee with me, for have enjoyed
'uur acquaintance, and the acQuaint-
nee OF your wife and daughters, for
many years, Mr.. Joshua Wheeler, OF
hartford"
Lydia donned her wraps, and still
milling broadly. extended her hand.
Il thank you for the 1olliest after
loon OF my life. Now win you take
ne to my cart"
In heavens name. who are yon?Y
jaculAted Joshua.
Mary Jones, Of Buffalo smiled
.ydia. ''Will you take me to my
arr"
Il will