Tulsa daily world. [volume] (Tulsa, Indian Territory [Okla.]) 1905-1919, 1915-06-25
In a Garden of Jasmine.

1t had been a long, long time since
Bancroft Sulwell had been in New
York.
lie had gone out to the West the
day that Ida Seaver, the sweetest
dainticst creature ever brought up in
Bradstown Ca little town half days
journey from New York; had married
the young Southerner, Caspar Robin
ette, and he had not been back since.
lie had thrown himself into work.
and now he was a big cattleman, with
more money than he knew what to do
with but he could not forget. lie had
| been engaged to marry Ida and her
mother had stopped in Washington
with him.
Bancroft didn't know how it came
about but one day he received
| package with his ring in it and note
| from Ida Withdrawing her promise
and asking him to please forgive her.
| lie had burned the note, but the ring
with its lettering "From Ban to Ida
seemed too intimately a part of the
! beloved little blonde with the 'sea
| blue eyes" and all through the years
Stilwell had carried it in an inner
| pocket.
In the sixteenth summer he had
! spent two weeks at a lake resort and
! had gone back to the ranch de-
| termined to put an end to his lonei-
ness And now he was in New York
i'm response to an urgent invitation
| for a weeks visit with the scattering
! snowflakes of a raw November day
! falling around him, waiting for Cor
| inne Hillard to ride with him In the
| park
one happy day in a long ago No
vember he had come mere with Ida
and her parents to see a great actress,
! and they had ridden in the park to-
gcther. He wondered where she was
now Away down South somewhere
walking in a garden of jasmine and
magnolia and myrtle bloom, no doubt,
with happy children calling her
mother
All well, she had discarded him,
and now another woman, as different
as fire from dew, had let bip know
| that she regarded him as distinctly
worth while.
Corinne Hnliard had been every
where, and had had many admirers,
| but Stilwell with his lightly grazing
| hair and the keen brown eyes that
| his men described as "X-Ray,' ap-
pealed to her more strongly than had
any one she had ever before met.
And Sulwel had begun to make
plans.
She was a trifle imperious, perhaps
and there was even a hint of hardness
in her makeup but a fellow can't
expect to find a perfect woman" he
thought, as he waited. "Im more at
home in the open; I'll ask her to
marry me while we're out riding"
Corinne was in high spirits; her
cheeks glowed At a turn of the road
two small girls ragged and dirty,
darted across the road. Stilwell
| caught up his horse, but one little
one went down under the feet OF the
mare COrinne rode.
what a nuisance" she cried out as
Stilwell flung himself from his horse.
In an instant he had picked the terri
fled child up and was carefully feel
ing for broken bones.
There isn't any need to make such
a fuss" Corinne frowned "They re
nothing but slum children, and really
they shouldn't be allowed in the park
at all, the repulsive things."
There, there, we're not much hurt
soothod the frightened mite Stilwell
bOlItu lllt II vs. llLfll'A lllA'Nf nun
and get some candies" he advised,
giving them a dollar; "thatH cure the
bruises"
When he turned his face to Corinne
again the ardor had died out of his
fine eyes and his tongue was a silent
one the remainder of the ride.
Corinne managed to cover her dis
appointment and veXation with a fine
show of gayety
At the horse show in Madison
Square Garden next evening hundreds
of men and women. dressed in fash
| ions height, watched the beautiful
| high bred horses. The air was heavy
with the mingled fragrance of costly
| scents and flowers. COrinne, in a
black creation, with a giltering cres-
cent in her black hair and brilliant
red roses at her corsage, was all
sparkle and dash. Stilwell looked at
her and wondered that she favored
him. What were his few hundred
thousands to the millions her admir-
ers possessed?
"Fine, isn't it?" Philo Brownson, an
old. acquaintance, remarked to Stilwell.
Horses look like they'd been sed in
Jupiter's stables. A fine lineup,
aren't they? i just passed another
line on Fourth Avenue-a bread line
-unfed things. Gives fellow the
creeps."
|. His careless words struck Stilwell
unpleasantly. Unobesrved he left the
garden on the next corner, In fornt
of baSeshop, where about one
hundred children waiting for the
nightly distribution of stale bread.
The little shiverers were but half
clothed: their faces were pinched,
their hands blue with cold Stilwell
stepped up near the end of the line.
I'm awful cold, Sissy" a boy of
10, leaning on a little crutch, re-
marked.
The little girl with him put her
thin sleeved arm about him tenderly.
81 oughtn't to have brought you,
Seavy."
"But mamma had to finish the
buttonholes and she was afraid for
you to come alone, he protested.
The doors of the bakeshop opened
and two man want down tina line