Grand Forks herald. [volume] (Grand Forks, N.D.) 1916-1955, 1922-11-25
they let me %chaperon and tell civil war
stories. Come Saturday at eight"

they let me chaperonI ana tell Clvlt wax
stories. Come Saturday at eight"
3. With the same air of loquacious casual.
ness Mrs. Orwell floated herself Away-leav.
ing 4 secretary with bright eyes and quick.
ened breath. Dinner on the Lake Shore
drive! No doubt Mr.. Harwood had an
ranged it: but how nicely It had bean done
as though Slow River and all that fairly
made her one OF the family!
She knew just where that dinner party
was to be held. Although Slow River was
only a hundred and thirty.nve miles from
times in her ufe-railroad fare being one
OF the ~luxuries which the Maldens denied
themselves. On the last occasion. whom she
was eighteen. she and her mother had spents
two days there. ana IN 4 careful apportion. !.
ing OF the precious time they had allotted
an hour and d half one afternoon tor an
inspection Of the most d~istinguished resi-
dence district.
: Elizabeth knew that her D~eefnore hotel
was only a short distance from thai delect-5
able region. Directly after dinner, her f1rst
evening at the hotel. she had looked UP q
street number in the telephone directory
and then set out for a walk, going east
toward the lake. With another of that days
many t1utters she soon found herself in the
Lake Shore drive. .lg -
t her right, beyond a strip Of leaty park.
way. the lake stretched in twilight calm. with
the mystery Of the sea. But Elizabeth was +
scanning the procession OF costly residences
at her left, trying TO discover the street NUM-
beers. on them. She read a lumber nearly a
high as the one she sought. Then she saw
that number Itself and walked still moro
slowly. The number was attached to a mar.
row four story house Of dark brown preAsed
brick. with tan, slim, loaded windows cf
Gothic shape. It wat by no means one Of
the larger dwellings on the drive, yet she
thought it highly satisfactory; it gave her
4 glow. 1t wne Nathaniel Harvood's houte:
Nathaniel HARDWOOD was her employer: III
might justly say her friend. And that sort
OF let her into the opulence and distinction
which this procession of costly dwellings con.
noted; at least ii let her peck through a
crack IN the door at the very cream OF the
show. She got an adventure out Of strolling
slowly past the house, recognizing It al that
of the man who had Eat on the corner Of her
desk at Slow, River and called her Bess. This
procession Of big houses was where the
magic wand really lived.
Now she was going to dine there! That
would be something to write to her mother
and Kate.
- Directly after her half.past six dinner that
Friday evening che went up to her room in
the Dcermoora for an important investigas
ton. and, while she was engaged in II, are.
:" Nl'Ab AllEobA6S otA .. W
veil: Miss Maiden? / forgot to tell you
M going to send a car around for you to
nlorrow-Hve minutes OF eight. No trouble
at ALL" Bess rather thought that was Har.
woods considerate hand again. ,f. r
The important investigation. under way
W,lHn t%is message came. consisted Of a care.
full examination of, her best gown and an
anxious locking over of the one pair ce
ri stockings which were suitable for that gown.
Irfrr cT,r,ot ~ a t,p r,- t~ . -S k.s. 49,.
pectrdly and inexp'icah'y. Fortunately. she
didn't have to go through the bother Ut
choosing among competitive articles of APP
parel; her best things were in the singular
Eumber.
a. Il quarter past seven on Saturday eve
ming she WAS completely ready, with nothing
to do but sit or walk about the room match.
irg Eer heart beats against the tick of the
r.Gck. She WIS so much her mather's child
hat II %party--an Interesting party-was a
sort of climax, Il summing up, all the rays
converting to one focal point. .And when
the party was a dinner on the Lake Shore
drive.
At ten minutes to eight she put the eve
ming wrap over her shoulders and went down.
stairs to the lounge. with the clerks desk
at one side. People looked at her, of course
the very image Of 4 young lady going 10
~ party! She strollcd by the desk so the
clerk would notice her and know where to
direct the chauffeur when he called for her.
She sat down. an eye on the leaden footcd
clock. -Four minutes to eight. Could
Mrs. Ctwell have forgotten to send the car?
y chauffeur. in belted jacket and polished
boots. enters hurricdly. leather, .vlsored car
III hand. He goes to the desk; the clerk
points; the chauffeur approaches Miss Nal.
den. sowing. He precedes her to the door,
holds it open for her. with a smile Of proper
Difference; then deftly runs past her to hold
open the door OF the car in the same way.
She settled down on tie handsomely up-
holstered seat, snug in the luxurious glass
coored cage. She had never before ridden
in a limousine. but had now and then peeped
into one as it stood at the curb-wondering
what it must be like to live with a magic
wand in ones hand. Here the wand was
waving for her-one evening, at least!
1t was, fiEuratively, only a step from the
hotel to the narrow brown brick
house on the drive. There was a flashing
panorama Of street and houses before the
chauffeur was holding the door open for her
again. She crossed the hand-breadth OF
lawn in front OF the house; stood at the door
way; gently bit a corner of her tremulous
neither lip, and pushed the button. Until
the chauffeur actually appeared there had
been a faint, romantic haze Of unreality
about it-as though she might wake up and
say, 1t was a nice dream" There was
really q queer little point OF uncertainty
away back in her mind as she pushed the
door button. as though q stony faced servan,
might open it and say, The family is NOT
at home this evening"
But the butler who actually did open the
door seemed at once to acknowledge her,
and was taking her wrap In a perfectly
realistic manner. There was another instant
Of relief when she stepped into the COON On
the right OF the hall. Several womenSs were
present. but her gown had nothing To- blusa
for; a quick eye told her that, although all
the other gowns were no doubt much more
expensive. and she wore noyjewelry. Mrs.
otwell's moist, plump little hand was clap,.
ing hers. ts
There were'a number OF young people,
Mrs. Otwell was Introducing Bess trying Is
keep an impression Of the names. FIAr.s
woods shapeiy; perfectly rnanicured hand
was closing over hers He was smiling &c
her br~nliantly--looking vary handsome Il
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