Myrtle started when she saw her husband and son smiling in the doorway.
Her daughter-in-law was on one side, her daughter on the other, half a
dozen of her delegation radiated complacency in her wake. "Hasn't she
covered us with glory?" one of the followers called, gleefully to
another. And a little din of compliments fell upon Darius' ears. It is
pleasant to reflect that all over the hall similar groups were exulting
unselfishly over their own prowess and their own heroines. Little did
Darius Hardy concern himself with them. He took his wife under his arm
with a proud and blissful smile. He waved a direction at Darrie: "You
take the girls, Darrie, you'll find a cab, somewhere; I want your mother
to myself. Now, Myrtle, if sated vanity can demand any more, I'll give
it to you in the carriage!"
A few minutes later, she was gazing, through a happy mist, at the gems
on her heart-shaped locket, murmuring: "And I thought you had forgotten
the day. And you planning this lovely, lovely surprise for me. Oh, I am
so glad, Dar, I didn't know you were there, I couldn't have said a
_word_! Did I--were you--was it _passable_?"
"You're fishing!" chuckled he; and he kissed her hand. But he whispered
in her ear; and she blushed like a young girl.
Presently he laughed. "By the way, Myrtle, you haven't told me! Have you
discovered what is the object of the federation?"
"Certainly," said she, "I don't know what it is for others, but in my
case it is to help me find myself--and my husband!"
THE LITTLE LONELY GIRL
The golf links were picturesque; spreading along the shore or climbing
through the heart of the island set in the great river; here and there a
vista of the huge bulk of the arsenal-shops; walled over the river by
the hills behind opulent, bustling little cities, the fair greens
jeweled by the sun and dappled with shadow from trees older than the
Louisiana Purchase. A breeze shifted the shadows. Willy Butler felt its
touch on his wet forehead.
He half turned to take out his handkerchief. In the act he saw her. It
was the same girl who had followed the course yesterday. She was alone,
just as she had been alone yesterday.
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