Five Mile Beach weekly journal., 1914-12-25

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have one sen in from a restaurant. A
few minutes before 1t was served she
SEM her daughter into the dining room
To see that all had been provided as
ordered. One of the walters was about
to plate a dish upon the table and. at
Seeing Miss Rathhone. started and
dropped it on the fioor
The eyes of the waiter and those of
Miss Rathbone met. The man turned
redsas n peony; the girl preserved her
equanimity. Bit for Il few moments.
which seemed 10 hathAa brief eternity.
neither spoke.
1t would be difficult to imagine IA
embarrassing meeting than occurred
between Winifred Rathbone and this
man. who was none other than Count
Caspar Getwald. whom she had met
several Years before In the court social
circle at Berlin, But Winifred was
equal to the occasion.
~Remoye it," she said with the ut.
most coolneSs.
The waiter retired TO the kitchen to
get the ~wherewitllal for the removal of
the wreckage. bur returned in a few
moment. apparently having recovered
his equanlmity. He gave no other in.
dication after the dropping of the dish
that he recognized Winifred. and she
gave NJ sign that she recognized him.
\ we must know the names of our
walters she snid to him. What shall
| call your
"Caspar."
VERY well. caspar You may re-
main after the dinner is over and the
dishes are put away. would Ike to
speak with you.
There was something in her tone. be
it sympathy OF more than sympathy,
that enabled this scion of II noble house
to do his duty ms a servant in the house
Of the girl he had met and loved in a
far different situation with comnosure.
When Mrs. Rathbone entered the din
ing room with her guests both Wini-
fred and the count fixed an anxious
eye upon her. dreading lest she recog-
nize the nobleman In the waiter. How
ever. she was toe preoccupied with her
duties MS hostess to notice him. Once
during the dinner Winifred saw her
mother looking at the waiter with a
puzzled expression. but it was plain
that she failed to place him.
Winifred treated the count as a serv-
ant. though her directions were spoken
rather as requests. When the dinner
was finished she arose With the others,
but remained in the dining room and
when there alone with the said
to him:
Come tomorrow at g."
There was no change from the tone
in which she had spoken to him be-
fore. He bowed without speaking and
was retiring from the room when she
added:
You will come. will you not?"
Their eyes met. Winifred saw that
without some insistence she would not
see him again and put Il pleading in
her look.
Yes. fraulein.s he said at last. Il
will come"
AAUiitiH 10 tut NOIu ny 0uIIu uc
had been used 10 address her in Beer
lin.
The next day when Count Caspar
Gotwald made his toilet before calling
on Winifred Rathbone he took out a
suit of clothes that he had not worn
since he reached America. They were
not in the latest fashion, but were in
the height of fashion at the time they
were purchased.
Count" Winifred said to him when
he appeared, father did not recognize
you. and mother only fancied she had
see some one very like you. VIII You
tell me what happened to effect this
outward change In your
He told her what she did not know
before that he had inherited M estate
cestors and that he was enjoying a
respite before going out into the world
to accept what fate would provide for
him. Winifred. who knew that he had
been beset by in high life in
Berlin. some of whom were rich. ask
Gu uim Why ne Hdu HOL udIIleu II lOr-
tune, as was customary in his coun
try.
because. fraulein," he replied, al
loved one who would inherit great
wealth, in whose country honorable
men who are impoverished would not
offer marriage under such circum
stances"
A brief silence followed these words.
which was broken by the young lady.
$50 you took it upon yourself" she
said. ITO decide for her"
Il could do nothing else" was the
reply. without demeaning myself"
WAS not an injustice to her de
meaning yourself?" she asked.
He made no reply. The two stood
regarding each other for a moment;
then Winifred put out her hands.
From this point the romance of this
story must remain untold. There is a
lady in Chicago who is entitled TO be