The herald. [volume] (New Orleans, La.) 1905-1953, 1919-04-03
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ing and very much Disguised youu,
man, who looked up at it from the
bottom OF the steep and very dusty
hill.
AN Adomless Eden. I'll warrants
he mutJcred, taking another look ahead
at the long walk still before him
Brown as young Indian from
weeks of outdoor camp life and GOV.
cred with dust au4 pcrsplratlon, Ger
taiuly no one would rave recognized
In this very bedra-EIed young man
Max Harding, whose aristocratic moth
or was guest at the hotel on the hID
Scowliug fercely, he dragged hls
heavy suitcase up the path, only to be
met at the veranda steps by Dom.
pous-looking individual who effectu.
ally barred his further progress.
Cant come up the front way, fel.
leh;" said the poupouS one. AN
tradesmen and pedllers'-with a sg.
nifcant look at The heavy case-"must
go round the back" and he waved him
grondly away.
"What the" And then as the full
/ significance Of the servants remark
struck him Max Harding burst into
laugh. "Tradesmen and peddlers-
well, by Jove, that is a good one. |
certainly must look fine" he thought
to himself, and then aloud, "All right
] Your TIighnesS I'll go round the back"
and he went.
Maybe | can sneak in through the
kitchen and get washed up before |
greet mother" he thought. IF she
ever catches me looking like this
Hello, whew-ew-ev. and he whlstled
/ softly, for a remarkably pretty girl
sat directly in front of the kitchen
door, Smelling peaS-thus once more
blocking his progress.
"Have you a moment to spareT he
asked, removing his hat and speaking
in his most engaging manner.
81 am sorry, but l haven't" said the
young woman very promptly, scarcely
| CHANGING up from her work.
well, do you mind if sit down on
the lawn a minutei" he hazarded for
his third venture.
Il do not" again responded the flair
lady of the peas" taking him in with
one all-appraising glance.
SO Max sank down on the little plot
of grass in front of the house and
leaning his head back against the
building, closed his eyes.
"POor fellow" thought the girl, her
| sympathy aroused at last, "he must be
| pretty tired. I'm afraid l was rather
| sharp with him. Well, he looks dark
enough for one of those Syrian or Ar
menian peddlers, but he certainly does
not talk like one. 'Tll just run in and
| get him a glass Of raspberry shrub.
It'll cool him off before he goes"
She was back In a moment with
glass of delicious looking liquid, and
tapping the young man on the Shout
der, she offered it to him.
Here, drink this" she said. I'm
sorry couldn't stop to look at your
wares"
This time his mother was seated on
the veranda, and she greeted him ef'
fusively. but he managed to make nef
understand that bath and some clean
linen were the two most essentiai
things in his life ut that particular mo-
ment, and so escaped to his room.
He descended about an hour hter'
looking very different in his white nan
nels, and his mothers pride shonh In
her eyes, and she greeted him.
"And Max" she said, there's inc
lovelest girl here. want you to meeI
her. Her name is Anna Cabot"
"Now, mother,s he demonstrated.
"But, Max dear, this one is di1e'
ent, She's not one Of the butterile
that you are always Directing to. sne
is graduate Of a domestic science
college, and she knows no end Oh
things. But wait-she's promised u
sit at our table tonight, and you'll sec
for yourself"
"Well, no sign OF your divinity yet
mother" said Max, some minutes Ia
ter, when they had started their din
ner; perhaps" - hopefully - "sne'
changed her mind"
"No, here she sBnes," said NM
Harding, and straight to their tapi.
came the lady of his afternoons a~
venture.
Lifting her eyes TO acknowledge tn0
Introduction. the color flooded Into INC
girls face, and her eyes asked innu.
merable questions ar she Recognizes
him.
did you know that Katie, the cooA,
left this afternOOn?" asked the girl :"
Mrs. Harding, some moments ialeh
when she was herself again.
"GoOd gracious" gasped that lady
"Who took her place"
81 did" said the girl, quietly meaS
uring glances with the young man op.
posite her. 81 promised Mr.. Lane tnas
would try and see if the no'',
couldn't run a conservation kichsn'
so now I'm cook, pro tem." -
"Why, my dear, aren't you clever
exclaimed his mother, looking at v"
son with an T-told-yOu-so" expressive.
Just then the waitress entered lns
dining room with liquid refreshments
clinking In n silver pitcher.
"Rv the wav Miss. Cabot" said MA