The Worthington advance. [volume] (Worthington, Minn.) 1874-1908, 1894-11-15
CHAPTER XII,
Fal.-Good hearts, devise something.
Merry Wives Of Windsor.

| tal.-GOOd hearts, QeV.Se something.
Merry Wives Of Windsor.
The following day was Sunday, and,
although North's mind was SO absorbed
4 with the important investigation that
he had in hand that he felt impatient
of everything that delayed its prosecu-
ton, he was forced to submit to the
twenty-four hours inactivity and sus-
pense. He passed the greater part of
the time in his own apartments and
was fortunately left to the undisturbed
solitude that he so greatly desired.
At as early an hour as practicable the
next morning he started out with the
intention of calling upon Mrs. Maynard
and taking up the discussion of the Dun
kirk will case at the interesting point
where they had dropped it at their last
interview.
II wonder" he soliloquized, as he
walked slowly down the street in the
bright morning sunlight, II wonder if
Noll is in the habit Of devoting so much
of his time during Office hours to calling
on Mrs. Maynard? To be sure, the alb
sorbing nature of my business will SUI
ficiently excuse the course in her eyes,
but what Noll's partner and clients
will think of my persistent neglect of
all professional duties and my con-
tinued absence from the Office is an in
teresting and pertinent question which
leave for them to answer. They will
probably suspect that, for a man who
is so entirely in the hands of his
friends, Noll is devoting great deal of
time to personal supervision of the
campaign-looking after his fences, in
fact, very much after the manner of
other candidates Well, don't see that
i can help it, and, really"
''Mr. North! I say, sir, want to
speak to you! Will you stop, sir9'
The voice was that of an elderly gen
tleman, and it was pitched in loud key
and charged with degree of stern en-
phasis which Indicated the speaker had
allowed his angry passions to rise to
disagreeable extent.
North suddenly stopped and whirled
around with disconnected air. Coming
after him at high pressure rate of
speed was a gray-haired, gray-whisk-
cred, ruddy-faced old gentleman dressed
in gray tweed business suit. One
chubby red hand grasped stout hick-
ory cane, while the other as he talked
was employed in violent and threat
ening gestures which were anything
but reassuring in their effect.
CHANGING calmly at this excited old
gentleman, North lifted his hat, saying
courteously:
''Good morning, sir" I'D
ooh, good morning, sir!" retorted the
old gentleman, irascibly, not intending
the words as an answering salutation,
but merely echoing them in wrathful
mockery. ''You think you're mighty
fine young gentleman, no doubt, Mr.
North! You set up to be a gentleman,
say, don't you?'' ... -. ...
''Really, sir" said North, in amaze
ment, looking at his interlocutor as it
he considered him an escaped lunatic,
''your language is quite uncalled for
If you have any business with me, re-
quest that You state it civilly: other
wiseI must decline to listen to YOU"
ooh, you take lofty air upon your
self, Mr.. North-a lofty air, don't your
returned the old gentleman, still angrily,
though his tones and manner softened
instantly under North's cool, steady
look. you've worn my patience and
civility out long ago, and now want to
know what you are going to do, eh7
Because If YOU haven't got any plans,