The Winslow mail., 1917-05-11

hands Of a receiver, and Of course
all of his money went with it, They
may reorganize, but 1t will take time.
And, meanwhile, we've got to live
whether Arburndale approves or not"
"And what does Malcolm say?" que.
ried Mrs. Dorian.
Georgia looked down the lovely
stretch of country road, all fresh With
spring blossoms and bright warm
green's. She had rather left Malcolm
out Of the calculations. Malcolm be-
longed to the realm Of the big house
on the hill, and the Country club and
affluence.
"He doesn't know" she answered.
"But you were engaged, weren't you,
Georgia? At least 1t was always un-
derstood-"
mo-" said Georgia, quite gently.
''We were never really engaged Mrs.
Dorian. We were just good friends al.
ways. hope the little inn won't spoil
that"
Malcolm did not hear of the inn or
Georgia's venture for nearly month !:
not until his return South. Then, the
first night Of his arrival he missed her
at the Country club dance and asked
for her.
"Well, you know, it's Georgfas own
fault that she was dropped said
Frances Marbury, with lifted eyebrows.
"Oh, she wasn't really dropped. ]
don't mean that, but she went into
business. you see, sort Of trade, keep
ing little inn down on the post road,
and Mrs. Dorian tried to get the house
committee to ignore it, but they took
it up. Mrs. Elliston is on it, and SIM
ply said it would never do. So Geor-
gia sent in her resignation"
"Good Lord" calculated Malcolm.
General Farrington's granddaughter
and old Langdon Sinclair's daughter"
"Just what we all said. It's terrible,
isn't it?"
Terrible for Arburndale and the
Country club" answered Malcolm,
grimly. "The prim idiots"
The following day he rode down to
see the mistress of the inn. She looked
very sweet and charming in her little
private sitting room across the hall
from the long, narrow dining room,
"Why on earth didn't you let me
knowT"
II don't know there wasn't anything
to do. Dad just gave up when the
railroad went to smash. Aunt Anne
says he's better since she took him up
to the springs. And do enjoy this,
Malcolm, only" she hesitated, and
laughed, shave you heard about the
Country club? That was the first
whack they gave me-"
Malcolm rode back with grim deter
mination In his heart. A telegram
went speeding north to his lawyers to
dig up the railroad case, and see where
the Sinclair stock stood. Then he
went to his mother. Margaret Joscelyn,
who had swayed society affairs up at
the capital in her younger days, and
was still the most admired and exclu-
sive person In the county, In spite of
her invalidism. He told her all about
Georgia, all that her happiness meant
to him.
II love her and am going to marry
her, mother, and want you to manage
the rest. Will you"
"Dear lad, of course" she said, ten
derly.
The following week Arburndale knew
that Mrs. Joscelyn had driven down
to the inn and had drunk tea with Its
mistress out on the cool little veranda
In full view Of the post road and pass
ersby. The next shot out Of clear
sky was the announcement Of a select
dance given by Mrs. Joscelyn at the
Country club In Miss Sinclairs honor
And Mrs. Elliston and several other
members were not invited. But Nal.
colin smiled as he led Georgia out into
the cool sweetness of the moonlit
walks.
SWELL 1t was campaign, wasn't 1t 2
he said happily. Mother enjoyed it
too"
you've been wonderful to me-
, Georgia said. with little sigh. ~
suppose 1t does matter, but / didn'-
mind. She's giving q luncheon mex
week, too, did you know2"
Malcolm nodded his head and lifted
her hand in his.
"To announce our engagement, dear,
he said gently. "I've heard from the
lawyers, and it's all right for Mr.. Sin
clair. The old stockholders are K
hand in their stock and receive tht
equivalent In the new company. VIZ
are engaged, aren't we, Georgian
Georgia lifted her lashes, her darl
eyes full Of happiness, and amuse
ment, too.
"What will I do with the inn, Nal
colm?'
Keep it, dear, as souvenir Of you
Independence"
(Convright, 1s17, by the Mcclure Newspa
per Syndicate.)