Newark evening star and Newark advertiser. [volume] (Newark, N.J.) 1909-1916, 1914-10-03
Evening Star S
Daily Story
INTERRUPTED ENGAGEMENT
ny LOUISE OLIVER.
Copyright 1914, by the Mcclure New
paper Syndicate.

pale gray. He knew that were he a
little nearer he would get the faint
stripe of tango color that ran
through the perfectly tailored suit
and his eyes wandered lovingly to-
ward the drawer beside it which held
the new tango hose, cravat and Dor
dered handkerchief In the hat box
was a new pearl gray hat, and in the
cupboard a brand new walking stick.
A shirt, carefully selected, lay over
a chair, and new gloves and boots
were in their proper places.
This beautiful spring Sunday was
to be a day of days. At o'clock he
was to dine at the Emersons to meet
Miss Vida Winters. And Frederick
knew as well as all the rest of Green
dale 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 a painfully careful toilet,
albeit his brain was buster planning
things to say to the prospective
heiress than with shoe strings and
collar buttons.
1t was an opportunity not to be
neglected. Time and again he had
put the little god of love behind him.
..I'll never marry until / can find
some one with WE'LL with enough
money to keep her comfortably if
anything should happen to me-" He
had always put it that way, even
unto himself, arguing that it was all
a matter of not being able to afford
heavy insurance. But in his heart
he knew that he wanted a few sub
stantial things on his own account,
an automobile, man to say, THANK
you, sir" and Very good. sir" if
he chose to kick him down stairs.
and time to enjoy himself. To tell
the truth, he wanted about every
thing that money can buy, and in ex-
change he was quiet willing to give
his carefully tailored self.
The latter was more of a sacrifice
than it would appear 1t was COM
mon talk in Greendale that Frederick
hood ran in the Adair family, his
father being the only. one of seven
brothers who had married. The
Adairs loved their freedom.
Its a shame for him to waste,
Margaret Cartwright's time." was the
common cry. Hell never marry her
in the world"
.'She knows the family failing,
protested others. why doesn't she
throw him over? She can pick any
one of a dozen better than him.
tried to conjure up mental photo
graph of Vida Winters, but invaria-
bly, her hair was soft and of a shining
chestnut brown like Margaret's, and
Margaret's violet eyes smiled at him.
When Beau Brumnel sailed forth,
after a critical inspection in his mir
ror the annoying mental vision had
vanished. Instead, on the retina OF
MS mental eye was an impression of
Fradarinlr Adair onrranfiX and
expensively caparisoned in the new
est STYLE ready to lay siege to the
heart, hand and fortune of Miss Win
ters.
Tt was too early to present himself
at the Emersons. The spring morn
ing being exceptionally fine. with
grass, trees, sky and flowers more
wildly colored than he ever remem-
bered having seen them before, he
wandered into the park. Besides, by
so doing he need not pass Margaret's
house. Someway he wished to avoid
her today But as luck would have it,
Margaret returning from church de-
cided to take the path in the park, too,
and they met.
Darn it!'' was his mental ejacula-
ton when he recognized he. 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.
with a background of green, and the
clear waters of tiny lake that re-
flected the sky-had anything prettier
ever existed? One of the bachelor
Adairs had once had picture hung in
the National gallery. Frederick had
inherited an eye for color.
Good morning-what shall | call
you-Madam Ceres? The spring
DOESN'T come until you appear!"
She laughed and held out her hand.
Good morning, Mr.. Brummel Thank
you for your compliment, but Ceres
only made potatoes grow. Besides,
Pm not madam
"Of course. l 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?"
Il am going forever and always.
TO answer your first question, and TO
New York, thence to Europe to
study, if all goes we'll It's my
music"
A tiny cloud hung between the
,sun and the gay little park for an
instant The shadow seemed to chill
hin. In moment the world had
changed. Forgotten was Miss Vida
Winters, heiress to millions.
A curious pain was gripping his
heart. Margaret was going away to
be swallowed up by the big world.
He was about to lose her.
'Why-I hadn't any idea Of this.
You never said anything about going.
Isn't 1t rather sudden" he managed
to get out.
Yes, a little. l had a letter yes
terday."
But I don't see why you want to
go. Your friends are all here"
'sOh, no. One makes friends any
WHERE
The lightness of her tone stabbed
him. Here was a 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 a second to say Yes"
Now she appeared to be unattain-
able. It was the first time in his life
that his vanity had been hurt, van
ity that had stified love.
Margaret"
''Yes?'
II can't let you go!
why, Frederick, | don't under
stand. Can't let me go? Why, pray?"
Because / love you'll"
Silence.
Because love youl" he repeated
trying to get 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, Fred