The Winslow mail., 1915-03-27


Because 1 haven't" she sail
frankly
'But 1 am quite capable of eatin,
another" admitted John you see
during the past week my fare ha;
been somewhat-well, depleted"
The girl promptly rose John of
fered her his arm. At that momen
she seemed to him the sweetest ant
most wilful, charming girl in the
world.
DO you mind my saying some
thing?" he inquired, as they sat to
gether at little table in the supper
room.
rs this another confession?" in
quired the girl, looking at hin
archly.
In a measure-yes," he answered
"Since I have been here tonight
have discovered an additional reason
for regretting that Mr. Langford sc
obstinately refused to give me an op
portunity of showing him the model
of my gun"
"Meaning?" the girl inquired; but
swered her. She laughed and blushed
and then, to cover her confusion
raised her glass of champagne to her
lips and slipped at it.
Suppose he sees your gun?" she
inquired.
Then l don't see how he can help
buying it, if he has brains in his
| Of x1rhn T01,,
swered. But he won't-unless he
sends me letter by special messen-
ger before ten o'clock tomorrow morn
ing, or recalls me by wireless from
midocean, by flying machine"
"But if either of these events could
happen?" the girl persisted
Then" answered John, gravely, 81
should ask permission to call on you.
What would you do?"
'T?" answered the girl. why, /
should say that should be delighted
to have you meet mother"
Only your mother?"
"Well, perhaps myself" she admit
ted
Where would this be?"
cat number Is Edgemere gardens"
said Miss Derry Are you making a
note of it on your cuff? Why, you
told me it couldn't happen"
"Ah, but the day of miracles may
come again." said John. '1 devoutly
wish it would" he added under his
breath.
The girl looked at him, and her man
ner suddenly changed. She burst
into peal of ripping laughter and
rose from the table.
We'll, you certainly have gratified
my wish to hear a story" she said,
taking his arm. He led her back into
the ballroom "And so this is good
by?" she asked.
"Good-by,' said John, bowling. and
left her.
He went home and paced wretched-
ly up and down his little room He
had not exaggerated when he told
Miss Derry he was penniless. He had
spent four months in England, and
they had been thrown away. Now he
must go back to America and begin
his life anew
He had not thought it possible that
he, a man of nearly thirty years, could
fall in love at first sight. But he
loved this girl, and he knew that, deep
down beneath the f1ippancy of her
manner, there was a nature to be
awakened by love. If only he had sue
ceeded He knew that wealth would
be his, and with it the chance that
every man demands by right-to WOO
the girl he loves.
He went to bed and slept ftfully,
awaking in the could light of a foggy
November morning For the moment
the events of the past night seemed
like a dream. Then his eyes fell upon
a little pink ball program, and he re-
membered his folly
What was it but folly to have loved
when he could never see the girl
again?
He dressed and, having breakfasted
in his room, packed his things. In
half an hour he must take cab drive
through the fog to the railroad sta
ton. He would never see London
again, or what had made the gray
Ola CITY SuUU0uly Q0dI W u4LI.
Suddenly the door-bell pealed, and,
few moments later, a messenger boy
stood before him, holding out letter.
John tore open the envelope.
Dear Mr.. Trumble,' he read,
you said that you must have a
flying machine or message by special
delivery before ten o'clock this morn
ing if you we're to see Mr.. Langford.
Well, l spoke to Mr.. Langford about
you last night, and he says he is very
sorry for the delay, but he has been
intending to see you for several days
past He says If you will postpone
your journey he will see you at the
war office on Wednesday next at eley-
en- o'clock and give your model full
trial.
You see, he is my uncle, and live
with him when l am not at Is Edge