Montgomery County sentinel. [volume] (Rockville, Md.) 1855-1974, 1926-11-26

and then, to cover her confusion,
raised her glass Of champagne to her
lips and slipped at 1t.
Suppose he sees your modelf' she
inquired.
Then 1 don't see how hs can help
buying 1t, II he has brains Ii his Rshd
instead Of wheels" John answered.
But he wont-unless he SENDS me q
letter by special messenger before tsh
o'clock tomorrow morning, or recalls
me by wireless from r1idocean, by ny
ing machine"
'But If either Of these events could
happenf" the girl persisted.
"Then," answered John, gravely, Il
SHOULD ask permission to call on you.
What would you dor
~" answered the girl. why, ]
should say that l should be delighted
to have you meet mother"
"Only your motherT
"Well, perhaps myself" she admit
ted.
"Where would this be?"
AT No. Is Edgemere gardens"
said Miss Derry. Are you making a
note Of It on your cuff? Why, you
told me 1t couldn't happen"
"Ah, but the day Of miracles may
come again." said John. II devoutly
wish 1t would" he added under his
breath
The girl looked at him, and her man
ner suddenly changed. She burst into
a peal Of ripping laughter and rose
from the table.
well, you certainly have gratif1ed
my wish to hear story" she said,
taking his arm. He led her back into
the ballroom. "And so this is good
by7" she asked
"Good-by," said John, bowling, and
left her.
He went home and paced wretched-
ly up and down his little room. He
had not exaggerated when he told
Miss Derry he was penniless He had
spent four months in England, and
they had been thrown away. Now he
must go back to America and begin
his life anew.
He had not thought 1t possible that
he, man Of nearly thirty years, could
fall in love at first sight. But he loved
this girl, and he knew that, deep down
beneath the fllppancy Of her manner,
there was a nature to be awakened
by love. If only he had succeeded !
He knew that wealth would be his, and
with 1t the chance that every man de-
mands by right-to WOO the girl he
loves.
He went to bed and slept fltfully
awakening in the cold light Of foggy
November morning. For the moment
the events of the past night seemed
like dream. Then his eyes fell upon
a little pink ball program, and he re
membered his folly.
What was 1t but folly to have loved
when he could never see the girl
again?
He dressed and, having breakfasted
in his room, packed his things. In
half an hour he must take cab drive
through the fog to the railroad sta
ton. He would never see London
again, or what had made the gray
old city suddenly dear to him.
Suddenly the door-bell pealed, and
few moments later, messenger boy
stood before him, holding out letter
John tore open the envelope.
Dear Mr.. Tumble" he read.
"You said that you must have 9
flying machine or a message by spe
cial delivery before ten o'clock thii
morning II you were to see Mr.. Lang
ford Well, spoke to Mr.. LangfOr,
about you last night, and he says h
is very sorry for the delay, hut he ha
been intending to see you for severa
days past. He says II you will post
pone your journey he will see you a
the war office on Wednesday next a
eleven o'clock and give your model
full trial.
"You see, he is my uncle, and | liv,
with him when ] am not at Is Edge
mere Gardens.
EDITH DERRY"