The Spokane press. [volume] (Spokane, Wash.) 1902-1939, 1904-02-06

''Oh, Horacev' cried Sylvia, 'if you
had only listened to dad. and not gone
to all this foolish, foolish expense,
we might have been so happy"
'But have gone to no expense; all
this hasn't cost me a penny"
"Ah. there is some mystery! Hor-
ace. II you love me. you will explain
here, now-before it's too later
my darling" groaned Horace. II
would. like shot. If I thought it
would be of the least use."
Hitherto" said the professor.
'you can not be said to have been
happy in your explanations. and
should advise you not to venture on
any more. Good night once more. 1
only wish it were possible, without
needless irony, to make the custom
airy acknowledgements for a pleasant
evening"
Mrs. Futvoye had already hurried
her daughter away, and. though she
had left her husband to express his
sentiments unaided, she made 1t suf
ficiently clear that she entirely agreed
with them.
Horace stood in the outer hall by
the fountain. in which his drowned
chrysanthemums were still floating,
and gazed in stupefied despair after
his guests as they went down the
path to the gate. He knew only too
well that they would never cross his
Threshold. nor he theirs. again.
Suddenly he came to himself with
q start. TN try itp' he cried. II
can't and won't stand this?' And he
rushed after them bare-headed.
Professor" he said breathlessly.
az he caught him up. zone moment.
On second thought, will tell you my
secret, IL you will promise me a pa
tient hearing"
THE pavement IL hardly the place
for condolences" replied the profess
sor. ''and. II 1t were, your costume
is calculated to attract more remark
than is desirable. My wife and
daughter have gone on; If you'll per-
NIT me. win overtake them. shall
be at home tomorrow morning, should
you wish to see me-"
mo. tonight, tonight~ urged Hor-
ace. II can't sleep in that Internal
place with this on my mind. Put
Mrs. Futvoye and Sylvia into a cab
professor, and come back It's not
late. and won't keep you long. but
for heavens sake let me tell you my
story at oncew
= Probably the professor was not
without some curiosity on the sub
5ect; at all events he yielded.
very WELL" he said; "so into the
house. and ] will retoin you present
" Only remember" he added, that
] shall accept no statement without
the fullest proof. Otherwise you will
merely be wasting your time and
mine"
4 'Proof" thought Horace gioomily.
~ he returned to his Arabian halls
"The only decent proof could pro-
duce would be old Fakrash, and he's
not likely to turn up again. especially
now / want him.
A little later the professor return
ed, having found . cab and dispatched
his women folk home. Now, young
man." he said. e. he unwound his
Wrapper and seated himself on the
divan b. Horacs's side. Il can give
you Just 10 minutes TO tell your story
~; 20 Let me beg you to make It a.
bsis& and 90 eomprehensible as you
oan.s
II Was NOT exactly an encouraging
49, = ~ circumstsnoes. but
eeoeo tock his courage in both
Aepdg ara told him everything. just
- 4 had happeGo1.
sAnd that's your story7" said the
pFofesuor. sfter listening to tho mar
<Ative with the utmost attention,
Mhsn Horace came 10 the end.
That's my story. sir" said Hor-