The Lakeland evening telegram. (Lakeland, Fla.) 1911-1922, 1914-11-24

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beside it which
- held the new tan.
hose, cravat and bordered handker'
chief. In the hatbox was a new pearl
gray hat, and in the cupboard a brand
new walking stick. A shirt, carefully
selected from a new half-dozen, lay
over a chair, and new gloves and Doots
were in their proper places.
This beautiful Sunday was to be q
day of days. At two o'clock he was
to dine at the Emersons to meet Miss
Vida 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 a 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.
1t was common talk in Greendale
that Frederick Adair would never
marry. Bachelorhood ran in the Adair
family.
cts q shame for him to waste Mar.
garet Cartwright's time!" was the
common cry. Hell 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 chin.
ing chestnut brown like Margaret's.
and Margaret's violet eyes smiled at
him.
When Beau Brummel sailed forth,
after q 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.
It was too early to present himself
at the Emersons. The morning being
exceptionally fine, he wandered into
the park. And as luck would have II
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 her. Then
his eyes widened with admiration. Ir
a new suit Of silk, the exact shade
Of her eyes, and little tip-tilted hal
with blue flowers, she was adorable
Good morning-what shall l cal
you-Madam Ceres?"
She laughed and held out her hand
Good morning. Mr.. Brummel. Thanl
you for your compliment, but Cerel
only made potatoes grow. Besides
I'm not madam"
"Of course! I always say the wronl
thing" He glanced at his watch
There was still plenty of time befor
dinner. where are you going? An,
may go along?"
I I'm going home, and you may e
along. l was just hoping to see 70,
today. I'm going away tonight"
Away? For how long and where
may l ask"
Il am going forever and always
to answer your first question, an
to New York, thence to Europe, t
study, If all goes we'll. It's my m,
Sic"
The lightness Of her tone Stable
him. Here was new Margare
who was going away, and glad of tn
prospect. He had always suppose
that had he taken the notion to Or,
pose she would never have hesitate
for q second to say "Yes."
Now she appeared to be unattai,
, able. It was the first time in his III
that his vanity had been hurt, a vanit
that had stifled love.
Margaret"
YES"
> 81 can't let you go!"
why, Frederick. l don't unde
stand. Can't let me go? Why, pray
d Because love you'll" he said, tr
ing to get a glimpse of her eve
Don't you think you might come bat
and marry me! Or, better still, not ,
at all. I'm done for. Margaret, il "
do"
IL might think about it, Frede
: ick." she said softly. 1T is rath
hard to unmake my mind. Won't v,
come home with me to dinner?"
And the Emersons with Miss Will
- Winters waited in vain for their que
. until the telephone announced tn
he had been Numerically detained
Copyright. 1914. by the Mcclure. Newsr
per Syndicate)