The Minneapolis journal. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn.) 1888-1939, 1905-01-21

RamsdeIl opened the door and stood
speech!ess. Before him in the corridor
were the Marchesa Beata Istria and
John r. Crittenden Of Chicago.
Crittenden spoke first.
nKirke Ramsdel, by Georgei0
Ramsdell gripped the extended hand
mechanically. He wa staring at tho
girl In amazement. She was in even
ing dress, an exquisite costume Of anne
thyst.colored chiffon and satin, whose
charm Of her lovely face. For the first
time in his life Ramsdell realized the
spiritual Significance Of q woman's
dress-a dress that could be 80 utterly
an expression Of he'd " individuality
as to be byond description. In the curls
Jacquen1inot red. Her eyes met his in
startled appeal and recognition.
Where is Andtea1'' she asked in
stantly.
opening Of the door. and q the Mar.
chesa spoke, he held out his arms to
her.
""Beata, do you knows"
Ramsdeu looked away. It was not a
pleasurable moment for him. Critten-
OSu AdO 4d4u &S4Oo HIS A6G ana CAU0,
and was cycling him with considerable
Tim mighty glad to see that you re
10. K. I missed the Saturday boat to
fMarseilles, and had to come by way Of
C~heTbourg. It has made me late"
wlth !. an .s asse lat ss1t i. s sfsss midn spsshe
and I am not dead YETI
THANK God that you're not, my
boy said Crittenden, cheerfully. He
, looked at his watch. "You're Of on
your time. It is three minutes to
! twelve. Don't be In . hurry. Rams
t dell I've had an inside track o your
ness deal, Of course, but I happen to
8 have such . thing ~ . conscience, and
2 1t has troubled me to be = party to =
I scheme where q mans life was bal
> ancede against . mere matter Of dollars
= and cents. When you sank that last
9 the winner. I didn't think that you
would. settle up under the circumstances,
9 but you did, and it Was q pretty decent
! thing to- do. I was all to the good along
: : there, and I took the liberty Of placing
= that twenty thousand In with my own
operations for tho spring. NY, boy,
l. we squeezed them to the wall until they
= back, and If you want to cancel that
old debt inside Of a minute and a half,
I don't believe you'll miss it. SO very
5 much out of a cash balance Of over six
n hundred thousand:
"And you came owe here to tell me
thisi"
"Partly. Partly on account Of tho
b youngsters . there. I suppose
Andy's been committing suicide again,
yes9-:H He tries it every time he gets into
hot water. Last time Beata and l
d found him in Paris hunting g decent,
exclusive corner in which to blow out
his brains. Oh, he's a cheerful cub: l
d headed. American girl who will talk
-. sense into him. We were told he was
= Up here, but I had no idea you two had
fallen in together
"a "The company Of misery, laughed
% "Well,, by George, that is funny
. there was a strain Of the warranted
N blood in our old Chicago line, ehf My
Is sister, Polly Crittenden, married the
d Marchese DIstria. There's the result,
dead, and they nearly break their necks
trying to live up to the traditions of
le their forefathers over here. But when
lg they get hard up for cold cash and
s. good advice, they remember their fore
at mothers back in Chicago and cable I'm
Gle Jack to come over and fix matters
s up. Andrea manages to run wild over
, here, but I keep the bulk Of Polly's
money stored home, where the frost
won t nip it. Isn't that about right,
And 10! Beata, the unapproachable
n Clancy's star, ETC., blushed and dim
- pied and looked as adorably loveable
81. and human as any Of her American
81 foremothers.
IT think that we1l call that othe,
3. affair settled" said Ramsdell, deliber'
ID ately. "Thank you.'
4. eve will,' responded Crittenden
heartily. :"Don't mention it. Beata
a.. MI. Ramsden will sail for home wher
"a We 20 next month, and until then TIC
like him up at tho villa for safekeep
- ing:
To Ramsdell it was a crucial moment
e. The amethyst-colored orchid had faller
en- at her feet when Andrea had caught
be her in his arms. As Ramsdell looked
es into her eyes he. wondered if she knew
he'll what, q month at the Villa 'Istris
edjw ant to him. + x
Crittenden was talking to Andrea
ls- his hands resting On the boys shout
ders. -.
p Beata' g gaze wavered. There was n,
coquetry in her manner, only the shy
;. dignity and grace Of the girl he lovet
In on the Riviera.
ed aCome,o she said softly, and Rams
dell bent and raised the amethyst or
-. child to his lips.
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