Judsonia weekly advance., 1918-02-13

The city fathers, hampered in days gone by with lack of municipal funds had left the twO-hundred-acre square of the park pretty much as nature made 1t; that is to say, there was no ornate parking, no attempt at land scape gardening. Granville park was bit of the old Ontario woodland, and as such afforded pleasant place to loaf in the summer months. When Jack Barrow and Hazel had finished their lunch under the trees in company with little group of their acquaintances, Hazel gathered scraps of bread and cake into a paper bag Barrow whispered to her: Lets go down and feed the swans. I'd just as soon be away from the crowd" She nodded assent. and they depart ed hastily lest some of the others should volunteer their company. It took but a short time to reach the pond. They found log close to the waters edge, and, taking seat there, tossed morsels to the birds and chat tered to each other.
 'Look," she said suddenly there's one of my esteemed employers. if you please. You'll notice that he's walking and looking at things just like us or dinary. everyday mortals."
 Barrow glanced past her, and saw a rather tall, mddle-aged man, his hair tinged with gray, a fine-looking man, dressed with exceeding nicety, even to flower in his coat lapel, walking c1nu1u o1n ha tho hor the pond.
 His gaze wandered to them. and the cool, well-bred stare gradually gave way to slightly puzzled expression. He moved step or two and seated himself on bonch. Miss Weir became aware that he was looking at her most of the time as she sat casting the bits of bread to the swans and ducks. It made her self-conscious. She did not know why she should be of any partic- ular interest.
 Let's walk around little," she sug- gested. The last of the crumbs were gone.
 All right" Barrow assented. Lets go up the ravine.'
 They left the log. Their course up the ravine took them directly past the gentleman on the bench. And when they came abreast of him, he rose and lifted his hat at the very slight incli- nation of Miss Weir's head.
 "How do you do, Miss Weir?" said he. Quite pleasant afternoon"
 To the best of Hazels knowledge, MT. Andrew Bush was little given to friendly recognition of his employees, particularly in public. But he seemed inclined to be talkative; and, as she caught slightly inquiring glance at her escort, she made the necessary in- trOductiOn. So for minute or two the three of them stood there exchang- ing polite banalities. Then Mir. Bush bowed and passed on.
 Hes one of the biggest guns in Granville, they say," Jack observed. II wouldn't mind having some of his business to handle. He started with nothing. too, according to all accounts. Now, that's what call success"
 "Oh, yes, in a business way he's a success" Hazel responded. "But he's awfully curt most of the time around the office. I wonder what made him thaw out so today?'
 And that question recurred to her mind again in the evening, when Jack had gone home and she was sitting in her own room. She wheeled her chair around and took steady look at herself In the mirror. A woman may never admit extreme plainness of fea- ture, and she may deprecate her own fairness, if she be possessed of fair ness, but she seldom has any illusion about one or the other. She knows, Hazel Weir knew that she was far above the average in point of looks.
 She was smiling at herself just as she had been smiling at Jack Barrow while they sat on the log and fed the swans. But even though Miss Weir was twenty-two and far from unso- phisticated. 1t did not strike her that the transition of herself from a de- mure, businesslike office person in so- Der black and white to a radiant crea-