The Emmett index. [volume] (Emmett, Idaho) 1893-1925, 1899-03-10
A GAME OF BLUFF.

~ OF hair, cNnlcally quOteu'
Il i Marion. The next moment
he repented his words, when he noted
the hurt look. accompanied by the flash
of resentment, in Warren's eyes.
Marion meant to be sympathetic,
after the manner of men, by utterlng
philosophical platitudes as Il balm for
sentimental heart troubles, but he
quickly realized that the case before
him was too genuine and severe to be
cured by such superficial ointment as
quotations from cynical Kipling. So
he took another tack.
"Of course, old man, there are women
and women. Some can be had for the
asking, while others play for all the
line they can get. It's just like fish
ing"-his metaphor suggesting an IL
lustration from out his sporting pro
clivities-"a hornpout win bite at al
most anything, but gamy trout in
slsts on IA nice fly for an attraction,
and even after you've got one really
hooked you've got to play it until your
patience Is almost gone. Now, you'd
rather have a girl with some spirit,
one who'd stand you off for a time,
than one who was all the time throw
ing herself at your head, wouldn't
yonY
Warren vouchsafed a weak, doubtful
eyes,
by the way, have you asked herY
mo. That's the difficulty. 1 don't
really get a chance. Just as l get my
self spurred up to the mark some con-
founded interruption interferes, or she
switches me Off on a sidetrack with
some remark or other"
you think the girl really cares for
YOU" asked Marion, dropping his rail
lery and becoming serious.
81 think she does" frankly answered
Warren, although sometimes l feel
as II l didn't know whether she did or
not" he continued, somewhat dubi-
ously.
"Well, there's only one way to find
out" remarked Marion. land that is
to-say. l have plan,' breaking
abruptly into his sentence. Il have u
PLAN" he slowly repeated, land L be-
neye it win work if you follow my ad-
vice. Put yourself in my hands," he
continued, his face Frightening as his
/ plan was unfolded to his mind, "and
I'll bet dollars to doughnuts that you'll
win out" Then he buttOnhOled War
rem, pulled him into corner, and ad-
dressed him in a low, earnest tone, in
terspersing his remarks with emphatic
gestures. When he had finished War
rem still looked dubious, but somewhat
more hopeful.
"Oh, good evening, Mr.. Warren. I'm
30 glad to see you. We're just pack
ing up, getting ready to go to the noun
talns."
Indeed Lovely weather. Hope
you'll have a pleasant time" But he
might have been a photograph, or a
Punch-and-Judy operator, for all the
expression he put into his words.
"Oh, I've no doubt we WILL" she an
swered, with toss of her head.
"There's so much going on there all
the time, and so many interesting peo-
pie TO meet" she continued, with a
bored air, as II her immediate sur
roundings We're productive Of nothing
but ennui.
Yes" he assented, in a listless mono
tone. which might mean anything or
nothing.
She pretended not to notice his alb
stracted manner, and ratified on.
"My friends write me there are ever
so many nice people there, and with
golf and driving and dancing therell
be no end Of fun"
"Yes."
Again that tone Of polite Indifference.
"Wen. I'm going for trip myself"
he added, rousing himself fIom his leth-
argy, and almost hurting out his re
mark.
Indeed WhereT
This was her turn, and she countered
forcibiy in the matter of polite indif-
ference.
''To HOngkong."
''To IOngkongW
This time she was interested, in spite
Of herself. She repeated his remark
with distinct emphasis on the words
and a rising infection on the end OF