The Indiana State sentinel. [volume] (Indianapolis) 1868-1895, 1892-02-17
CHAPTER XIX.

The note which Dolly Chiltern had
written to DIR. Milbank, requesting him
"as personal favor" to call at the studio
building on North Washington square and
see what could be done for This friend"
Mr.. Randall Machaye, had contained the
supplemental request that the doctor on
his way back from this visit would drop in
at Dolly's club and lunch with him.
Now, DR.. Milbank was a favorite with
the entire Chiltern crowd, and, as Mrs.
Chiltern always moved into town on the
first of November, nothing would have
been easier than for Dolly to indicate the
house on Fifty-seventh-st. as the place of
rendezvous for lunch.
But the boy was meditating kindness,
and he felt shy and guilty about it. mil
bank" must manage the entire business
for him, and they could talk it over better
in one of the snug little private dining
rooms at the club, where the tables were
to be laid for two, than up home among
the women"
He was waiting for Milbank in one of
the library alcoves at the club, at the pre-
else moment when John Milbank was
standing behind the portiere in Randal's
studio, wrapped in contemplation OF the
sculptor's masterpiece.
Dolly was porting over portfolio of en-
cravings. He had seen the things hun
dred times before, but he must do some
thing with his eyes while waiting for Mil
bank.
With his ears he was just then begin
ming to take note OF the talk of the two
men in the next alcove. The jutting book
shelves shut them from view, but ne be-
lieved he knew the voices. The talk had
hoated about him as the buzzing of in
sects, until he imagined he heard two
names brought into it.
The names were Jeanne Lenox" and
''Mackaye, the masher."
Dolly, with his elbows leaning on the
table in front of him, and his chin sup
ported in his palms, flushed from cheek to
temple, but sat perfectly still TO make sure
he was not mistaken.
No he was not mistaken. Miss Lenox's
name came into the talk again. Then he
got up. and laying the prints back in their
portfolio with precision, he sauntered into
the alcove where the two men gossips sat-
their feet stretched before the glowing an
thracite fire, and their newspapers lying
across their knees.
Both were old club men-men who had
tried life in its various aspects and found
it lacking in flavor in all of them. Dolly
lolled against the mantelpiece, one elbow
resting on 1t as he looked down at them.
There was glitter in his blue eyes, which
might have been caught from the flames
of the anthracite fire, but was not. One
of the men glanced up at him pleasantly:
reynolds here was Just telling me that
Mackaye is down with low fever. You
know him, believe"
eyes, know him. | believe he is ILL.,
Overwork, they say, or something OF that
Sort
"a man is fool TO work for living
when he can make it without work. But
perhaps he has earnings-fame-imm
tai glory and all the rest OF it, you know"
"Perhapsi There are some men, those
who are not so fortunate as to be born rich
and satiated, VINO do have yearnings, as
you call them. Or, perhaps, Mr.. Mackaye
has not discovered that secret of making
living without work, which you allude
to-"
ut has not been the girls fault if he
has not, then"
(Which girl?"
dolly was still lounging languidly
against the low marble mantel. One
| hand was gloved, anu through it he was
| slowly drawing his empty glove. His
glittering eyes were fastened on the men
sitting there below him, and his strong
young frame was vibrating to the passion
that filed every inner recess.
(Which girl? Why Jerome Lenox's
daughter. She has made perfect fool
of herself about the fellow, especially
since he has been laid up"
Dolly's face blanehed, but his voice re-
NAMED perfectly steady.
What has she done since he has been
laid up?"
Nothing much-only visited his room
every day, carrying flowers, ETC., etc"
"Do you know that to be trueT
81 know that to be true"
"Then you are an internal cad for not
keeping it to yourself"
| The young voice was still steady, though
fierce in its intense scorn. as Dolly leaned
forward quickly and drew the fingers OF
his empty glove across the mans lips.
There was a start of amazement-an
audible oath or two-a fash of silver
hurting through the air, and then Dolly
Chiltern lay quite still, stunned by blow
from heavy goblet taken from a tray
near by.
His assailant was kneeling over him,
pouring abject apologies into his ears
when DIR. Milbank entered the room. Be-
| tween them they got the tall form
| stretched uDon q sofa and their worst