The daily intelligencer. [volume] (Seattle, Wash. Territory [i.e. Wash.]) 1876-1881, 1880-09-28
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/ Mr. Walsh Wsrrinetos caressed hi,
long. tessy moustachs sonplsceutly
and looked tbosshtfully ., his hand
soussiy booted feet. eIsvlted on th4
railing around his okkes desk.
| .WeiL l dost ksoW about II. Craven
, n sili be deuce Of q bore, you know
SD sssaIy . kliew esa't be forsvs.
mooeing around 70 -plnse the women
I'm afraid you'll hare to count me out,
old fellow. Sc March II 60. or STAN
wix. They're psrennislly sssdy "a
danes. sttssdAncs ct sach entertain.
ments.
And. hsying locked - much contsmp,
for st March and Stsnvix - vss posi-.
bic TO express by . look. Mr. Warning
ton settled back in his chair with the
very superior air Of = man who 10 above
the temptation into which less fortu-
nate fellow Dastsls fall.
Phi. Cssses pucksred up bis forehead
and looked both provoked and puzzled.
Glare ~ill be svfally disappointed il
you refuse her. I'm sure. She told me
to insist apon your taking part in her
theatricals. and. - she has made every
effort 70 have them . suceeAs-artistI-
cally and socially for her own sake and
ipsncisily fT the Little Children's q
Nursrry-I must say you ought to
oblige her. - s4@F8
As Wsrr,ogton looked lazily toward
the Ceiling. in no ways moved by his
brother in-law'surgent statement Of the
Coee. 80 . "a "a
CT ra is . very energetic little
woman energetic almost to trouble
sousness soossimss--as dass say your
sxpsrisuce hes aiseadys tsssht you.
Her theatsieals wilt be success, be.
yond . doubt. All the same. can't
sss for the life Of me- Why am to be
sacrificed for the Little Children .
Nursery. You know. and ClsFa knows.
I look upon ladies' society as deuce of
a bore. They run after fellow 90, es.
pecislly ii b. has the bad luck to be
toiessbly good looking
Craven .miled - Mr. Warrington
stole . self satisfied glance from the
mirror opposits.
Most Ut the rest Of us fello We
would be glad TO be as good looking, ;
he said, good humoredly-'barring the
conceit. old boy. See here. Ill tell you
what III do. Walsh; Ill tell Clara
you'll come and t>ke the character sue 9
assigned yoo-I forget whst-snd in
turn I'll agree that the ladies shall not
fall in love with your
His jolly gray eyes were shining with
mingled amusement and contempt. Mr.
Warrington lazily whisksd lonely su.
tumnal fly of his coat sleeve.
Phil. my dear boy, ] appreciate your
kindness. byt you would be powsrless.
They always do. you know. aud il 10 not
PLEASANT TO ., man Of sensitise organi-
sAtion, like myself. to feel that be is
the means. however unconscious, of
causing distres, and srousing affection
be cannot return. It's not pleasant I
assure you. Philip
i should think not.' Craven ssid,
biting his mustachs. 'But We will
hope for better luck this oucs. There
will be but four ladies stsying at the
house. and to my certain knowledge
three OF fhem-Aiss Gsgs. Monte
Butler and Ida Norrison-are engaged
10 b. married. Aud the other
Warrington looked at C-sven a. il
he pitisd him for his iguoranos and his
stubbornness.
i remember % many instances
whore engagements have been - hope.
lsssly broken; but We won't discuss It.
You ssem, dstsrmipsds I shau scpme.
Tell my sistee Iwill obligs hsf, On this
one sole oondition-this term of agree
ment. which ! absolutely insist upon
thAt she will iAsurs mo against annoy.
eUce from her yousa lady guests, and
that she will hold herself responsible le
for any unconscious damage may do
Il hsif f6bctions. for 1t is sure to be
III cams ~ story, you know
Craven shouted outright In perfect
deal Of laughter. ct which Mr. War.
risstou opened bis hsndsome. lssy blue
eyes.
Walsh, you ought to 90 on the staeA.
You'd make your fortune - . perfect
imitator Of the genuine article
Ifoitatosl J lesks here. Phil. don't
lyos believe ~ ] ssyr Is
You were not In earnestY
Wasn't II l tell you the women
fall in love with me wherever 90, and
it's pity, for I am invulnerable.
AJfasS16 ljp sIo0ls saS3sa. and cold
oonksuptuous look was in bis syes.
!. / always knsv lous gvees eoncsited,
Walsh. but l never Wrought you we're 1
fool. Thank heaven, your sister isn,t
like yoal III tell her you'll coas.
Good morningf
+ kMesyt1gsoes psDhed hi@ ~ with
impertnrl,able good nature. 81
he cant sppreciste what mean.
. Aa thought calmly. .It's fact. end |
pity tho0s poor gifla Who viii be ut my
sissss's. Has it = their fate, end In
surs l eaat bslr Il. as' -
And hs sighed. ~ he slowly drew biz
| feet o6 the milling aad ueat out 4
luueh = y : 's.a restaurant 9 lA..,s star -
The Craven n.assion vas iilled with
gues.s both permanent f6f few day,
and temporarily for that evening. xhtr
Nrs Craven's handsome brother scAl
up thseugh Tie siae entrance that LED
dieecsly into ~ s6crsd prscincts of BIZ
sisters own sitting roem-avsry deci'
dedly good iootiog fellow. with BIZ
daxk fau cvercoat. his imwaculately
Ast,ng Ma, the suit Of rough graz
tweed, the rosebud and geranium lea
In his button hole. the becoming vide
lduued suft fslt hat. Il FYE
/ a oound Of feoinino vuces came dis-
| tinctly 10 his ears @ be stepped on tht