The Hartford herald. [volume] (Hartford, Ky.) 1875-1926, 1922-03-01

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argument to . climax.
Remember, my DEAR" she said
grandly, that you are an Orville."
~Well,- asked Diana testify, exact.
iy what does that meant First, and
always, I am ap American, and II my
mother chose to fall In love and marry
into an aristocratic old family, why
should I be continually prosecuted
with the factr'
Gwendolin shrugged.
Mother was q sweet and lovable
lady. You greatly resemble her pic
lures, Diana. But she wore herself
out endeavoring to live up to the re-
quirements of fathers family, failing
dispiritedly In the end. Mothers tastes
and ambitions were simple and home
ly, like yours, my dear. The rest Of
us are all Orvilles. And ] don't mind
confessing here, in the secrecy Of my
boudoir, that my marriage was made
in accord with the dictates Of fathers
family. ] owed them that. Aunt Phyi
lis Orville talked with me often con.
corning my duty, and / knew what
would be expected when GrandinOthe,
0rville, in my girlhood, sent me
abroad. was supposed to repay that
kindness by gratifying marriage
And I did. Gordon is a banker, com.
Ing from one of the finest families In
Boston. There was a boy in the coed
college l attended,
GwanInlfn naucal Har nSuallx
sharp black eyes were filed with
dreams.
"Never mind that episode" she
went on. Il merely refer TO Ii to show
you that we all have our love affairs
and that they are easily put in abey-
ance. admit l rather fancied this
stranger admirer of yours, until Lois
Adams learned accidentally Of his
boarding place. My dear! Think of
man of the slums presuming to force
his attentions upon you l declare II
makes me furious when realize how
Lois must have laughed in secret over
our humiliation"
"She need not laugh" Diana said,
her quiet tone in pleasant contrast to
her sisters excited one. John Dalton
lis a man, whether he lives in the
slums or the exclusive park, though
that Stun remark is an exaggeration.
He does board, he told me so frankly,
in an old and shabby part of the city.
He is trying to make his way up in
his profession, alone and unaided He
thought" added Diana bravely, that
we could marry sooner that way. And
nothing in the world" the girl raised
her lovely, flushed face, "is Of conse-
quence to John now, save our mar
riage-and his profession"
GwendOlin jumped to her feet.
Good heavensp she exclaimed.
HAS your affair gone as far as that1
What will father say, If you persist In
this foolishness?" the sister walled.
Diana arose.
~ don't know" she replied. II guess
I'll 60 and ask him."
Her father was not in any room
Of the apartment WHICH they shared
together, so she sought him later in
his Office.
Father" the young, loved daughter
asked abruptly, what became of
Aunt Phyllis Orville, and why were
my sisters obliged to live up to her
snobbish standardsi"
Brought up like a princess, Phyllis
was" he said. 1--WE Orvilles had a
pretty fine home, big stone place facing
Orville court. Phyllis inherited the
property and disposed Of 1t, suppose,
long ago. Foreigners and business
blocks have crowded out the court. It's
called plain Court street now. l never
drive down that way-tarnishes my
memories"
"Court street." repeated Diana. "Fa-
Their, came to talk to you about Court
street. It's where a man lives that
love-"
Love" whispered Colin Orville. He
stared how at his daughter.
Diana nodded. John is a civil en-
glneer, father" she went on, land your
own friend Mr.. Stewart thinks great
deal of him. But GweniOlin is hu-
inflated because l want to marry John,
for l am an Orville, and he lives on
Court street" The sentences came In
d confused rush.
Deliberately her father arose and
got into his coat. 1--WE will go and see
just where he is" he said. 1--WE can
talk things over on the way"
1t was a dingy house of past gran
deur-oh, very far past, with crowd
Ing stores ON either side, and children
chattering around II In a foreign
tongue.
Colin Orvllle grasped his daugh-
teTs arm. DIANA" he cried, my
dear, this is my old home He shook
his head sadly, then smiled his whimsi-
cal smile. THAT, for the lasting glory
of a proud name, and proud house."
An old lady opened the door. She
was a tall, white-haired woman, and
she opened to them as one comforting
a favor; then all at once her sternness
melted into one longing cry.