New Britain herald., 1919-09-25

railroad ofhclal as his secretary. Tn
 Northern New York Somewhere,
 the 5th.
 Oh, it was good to get your letter, my darling Joan; When Kimoto brought it in, I almost kissed him. I think it would have terrorized Kimo- to more than an uprising of the en- tire Chinese and Russian armies against him. Kimoto is a perfect serVant-as everything in Herron's UOr1ain is perfect.
 But think of a man to whom bus mess is the wine of life and every thing else a mere dilution! Of course luis is the romance of business. He is nore than a buyer and seller. He IS an artist in his way, just as Eric Wallis is in his. Wallis builds castles in the air-in the imaginations of his readers. Heron creates them on ac- tual mountain tops, on bare fields and in virgin forests.
 He is maddening. His speed and efficiency are maddening. His vast rower. He has good cause for his seif-sutficiency, yet I have a wild de- sire to shake him up, to startle him into not knowing what to do, if only for a moment. I'd love to throw him out of his steel-and granite sureness of himself.
 lt is the impulse of a devil isn't it, this desire to jolt the hand of the builder? Well, whatever it is, I have it.
 At dinner last night I yielded for @ moment to this wild tenn ptation-- and got promptly paid back for my
  bit about the dinner itself
 The rosecolored silk curtains were drawn over the windows of the car, shutting out the vastness of the would we were flying through and making a sharp contrast of cosiness. The cleo tric lamps threw a warm pink glow round the living room." The table Wns immaculate with thick, glossy danask, bright silver, thin china and a crystal vase with single rose. (Klnioto is far too Japanese to tol- crate a BUNCH of f1oWers).
 He had cooked a wonderful dish of chicken and rice, slightly Drowned somehow, and with a delicate gravy full of mushrooms. His salads are divine; the crispest greenstuff, the daintiest fruit, and a powdering of nutmeats on top of the smooth may onraise.
 nhe punch was his own invention a delicious compound of grapejuice, orange and one or two mysterious iu- gradients, served In a pitcher of april cot-tinted Tiffany glass. like the little cups we drank from. Oh, yum!
 I had no business to bring jar ring note to this perfect repast But once, when Kimoto was out of the room, and Mir. Heron remarked that we must be passing through the vine yard belt and that the people there didn't half make the most of 1t com mercially, my longing to strike at him got the better of my discretion.
 'If you were cast upon a desert island with a woman," said I, slipping my nectar T believe your first and last concern would be to make it coalirg station for some line of steam CTS"
 It was wicked of me, and 1t brought a wicked light into his eyes.
 When the problem of a woman comes up before me-" he said, lift ing his class and regarding its lovely color apprecatively, T shall give 1t my full attention"
 That was all. Kimoto returned, passing coffee and little cakes, and we talked of the town we were ap- rroaching.
 But I got more than I bargained for. I tried to disturb him. Instead, I got a scare myself. If ever the problem of a woman" should come before him, it would be good-bye woman! Unless she happened to agree with his every idea. .
 Thy lovingest
 DoR