Harrisburg telegraph. [volume] (Harrisburg, Pa.) 1879-1948, 1916-11-23

representative he might know the glo-
ry Of her nearness for a week, might
| thrill at her smile even while he work
ed to wed her to Lord Harrowby. And
perhaps Who could say? Hard as
he might work. might he not be thwart-
ed? 1t was possible.
So after lunch he sent Thacker a re-
assuring message, promising to stay.
And at the end Of a dull hour in the
lobby he set out to explore the town.
The Mermaid tea house stood on the
water front. with small second floor
balcony that looked out on the harbor.
Passing that way at 4:30 that after
noon Minot heard a voice call to him.
He glanced up.
"Oh, Mr.. Minot, won't you come into
my parlor?" Cynthia Meyrick smiled
4, down on him.
"Splendidr' Minot laughed. "I walk
forlorn through this old Spanish town.
Suddenly lattice is thrown wide, a
fair hand beckons. dash within"
Thanks for dashing," Miss Meyrick
greeted him on the balcony. 81 was
finding it dreadfully dull. But I'm
afraid the Spanish romance is a little
hcking. There no moonlight, no lat
tice, no mantilla, no Spanish beauty"
mo matter" Minot answered. II
never did care for Spanish types. They
fash like a skyrocket, then tumble in
the dark. Now, the home grown
girls
"And nothing but tea," she interrupt
ed. "Will you have a cup?"
Thanks. Was it really very dull?"
"Yes. This book was to blame" She
held up novel.
whats the matter with ft?'
"Oh, it's one Of those books in which
the hero and heroine are forever 'gaz-
ting into each others eyes And they
understand perfectly. But the reader
doesn't. I've reached one of those gaz-
ing matches now"
She was interrupted by the shrill
triumphant cry Of yachts sircn at
her back. She turned her head.
'The Lileth," she said.
Exactly" said Minot 1.-The bride
groom cometh."
Another silence.
You'll want to go to meet him."
Minot said, rising. He stood looking
at the boat, flashing gayly in the SIN
shine. "Ill so with you as far as the
street."
"But-you know Lord Harrowby.
Meet him with me-"
s'It Saams ba rdIu tho thin 80
But I'm not sentimental. And sure
! ly Allan's not"
Then must be-" said Minot. Real
ly-Id rather not
They went together to the street. At
the parting of the ways Minot turned
to her.
II promised Lord Harrowby in New
York." he told her, that you would
have your lamp trimmed and burn
ing"
She looked up at him. A mischievous
light came into her eyes.
"Please-have you match?" she
asked.
! 1t was too much. Minot turned and
fled down the street He did not once
look back, though it seemed to him
that he felt every step the girl took
across that narrow pier to her fiance's
side.
AS he dressed for dinner that night
his telephone rang, and Miss Meyricks
voice sounded over the wire.
narrowly remembers you very
pleasantly. Won't you join us at din
nerT
Are you sure an outsider he be.
gan.
Nonsense. Mr.. Martin Wall is to
be there"
"Ah, thank you! I'll be delighted, !"
Minot replied.
In the lobby Harrowby seized his
hand.
"My dear chap, you're looking at.
Great to see you again! BY the way,
do you know Martin WALTZ"
"Yes. Mr.. Wall and I met Just be.
fore the splash" Minot smiled. he
shook hands with Wall, unaccountably
genial and beaming. "The Hudson,
Mr.. Wall, is bit chilly in February"
MY dear fellow" said Wall, "can
you ever forgive me? A thousand
apologies. 1t was all mistake, a hor-
rible mistake"
ITO be continued
FUNERAL OF Ex-JUDGE sTROUT