The Kinsley graphic. [volume] (Kinsley, Kan.) 1890-1940, 1904-06-10

have inspired less fascinating recon-
teur than Hildreth Marlowe to please
such Desdemona He talked much.
But he also talked we'll For, being col
lege bred, and man of keen observa-
ton, he had brought back with him
treasures of picturesque truth that 9TH
ers had underestimate, or passed I'M
noticed.
She admired his rugged physique, his
strong. bronzed features, his look OF
| power-of thinking for himself, and of
acting for himself And he mentally
approved the aesthetic beauty of the
woman, the luster of her hair, the deli
cate sweep of chin and throat the fiut-
ter and grace OF the little ringed, white
hands.
Indeed an hour whisked away at
most astonishing rate of speed
1T is almost time for Frank" he be-
gan. when distant cry startled him. 1t
was the voice of child, he fancied.
Frank had said he had no children.
Marlowe sent an inquiring glance to-
| ward his vis-a-vis.
"You will excuse me few minutes!"
| she begged, and passed to the door. He
heard the rustic of her gown as she went
upstairs. The sound of the crying
ceased When shereentered the room she
| sat down at a little French desk and
wrote few lines. She touched the but
ton in the wall, and to the servant who
appeared, gave the note, with a low word
of instruction.
when Mr.. Rogers comes" she said,
l. ~, hnr
seat, 1--WE will have a little late sup
per- Men always enjoy meals at I'M
earthly hours!" she laughed.
Mrs. Rogers Marlowe said, earnest
| ly, leaning towards her, I'm going to
confide in YOU Will you permit me to
be personal-and perhaps egotistic?'
81 shall be charmed" she avowed.
"Well, I'm no fatalist. l believe that
a man makes himself and creates his for
tune, good or evil. The old Persian who
wrote about ones Heaven or hell being
in ones self alone, had the right idea.
I made up my mind years ago that I'd go
through college, and did-worked my
way through Then l went west, pre-
pared to undergo all imaginable tests of
| endurance and endeavor until l had
amassed fortune. I've done that, too
but it's been a pull. Now, I'm back
''And now-what is your next ambi-
tom" she questioned, smiling.
There aretwo," he answered, prompt
ly. Zone includes the other l want
wife and home"
He was so direct and simple in his
statement, so like a great, unsophisti-
Gated boy, for all his experience and
travel, that she nodded alphabetically.
"You-don't think I'm impertinent!'
| he begged, "but-have you sister,
Mrs Rogers?"
"Yes-the dearest sister," The dim
pies were in evidence again.
You have? Does she resemble you?"
He was intensely in earnest. will you
introduce me to herr"
with pleasure!" He misunderstood
the mocking light in those laughing eyes,
and was about to thank her, when she
put out pretty, protesting hand. I'm
1 so sure you would admire Ellen's chill
dren," she said. "They are darlings!"
"Oh!" he calculated, blankly. "She
| is married. then?"
Eyes I've just been up with the little
lad He had bad dream. Just now mis-
mother is indisposed. or she would come
down to meet you" They heard the hall
door open-a tread in the hall.
There" rising hastily, there is Mr..
Rogers nowi" she said.
Storm beaten and red-faced, Frank
Rogers came bustling in. He looked
from one to the other of the occupants of
the library, and began to laugh. He
shook. his broad shoulders heaving, his
countenance convulsed with mirth. And
the lady before the hearth laughed, too
la low. long peal that broke on the air
like silvery spray.
Marlowe stood petrified with aston
ishment 1t was his hostess who took
pity on his bewilderment.
''Mr. Rogers lives next door," she ex-
planned These two houses were built
for sisters, originally, and the locks
could be opened by either. sent word
to Mr.. Rogers that you were here. and
The jolly short man stopped laughing
long enough to make proper introduc-
tons.
This is Mrs. Vanreith's home into
which you've blunGered, old boy!" he de-
clared. "She is ILL., and her sister is stay
ing with her. Allow me to introduce you,
Hildreth. to Miss Elaine Sherwood"
The man from the west bowed per-
functorily. Miss-Elaine Sherwood!
Good! But you seemed to know mel"
he blurted out. "You said Mr.. Rogers
was expecting"
HE was!" She beamed, and the dim
pies came back. "He told me when met
him in the train yesterday that the old
friend of whom he was always raving
was coming to visit him.
but why did you not"
II "Undeceive you? Not for worlds!
What! Have Mr.. Rogers miss all the fun
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