The daily telegram. [volume] (Clarksburg, W. Va.) 1901-1926, 1906-09-15

and somewhat square. Three OF War
wicl's letters lay on topfof II. neatly,
as the half boy hind placed them. also
his weekly paper from home.
warwick glanced ut the letters,
again at the clock, tossed on his hat,
lot. parcel. letters md paper. into the
comfortable study and dropped into a
deep chair.
!. There was nm hour before the crowd
would arrive. Everything Wns ready,
Tie spread would he sent up mt $50
sharp: EIes hoped Stanton would be
able to get away. lie nised Stanton.
The boy needed a good friendly grip
fust now lie knew himself what It
was to he IN New York a stranger.
Money could not give one the pass
word that admitted one to; the inside Of
things the getting next to the -it9ess,
Of ALL MS Stanton said. And II the
I right path did not open, and one hap
t7pened to be- lonely. tllere weTc others
wide and Melcomlf g sNVhrNSlck knew.
Thell6oE was young ana clever. Fhe
only thing that niled him was too
much money, and the contidepSe, he
had therein. He was Il bit handy with
It aIlaothel NVhirI ana the sNSIfi5 and the
chances for big isucceSE!v Warwick had
kept an eye on Him Cot kveclss. meRstr-
ing and judging HIN. and JhpHs, he was,
satisfied. An the Joy needed WIS dis
rection; and n cool hand chAee'sfnS him
now and then. and Ic would win out.
Warwick opened. the weeli1y paper
from home and smiled to himself 1T
the familiar heading the Weekly WIS.,
itOr Ever since 1l6 could rC;hcnibsr
the Weekly Visitor had visited reg
uIarly ut the quiet, big gray house that
crowned Warwicks hill, up In Hills.
borq,. y. ii, And Stanton was from
the country, too, some place out vest,
out in Nebraska. He. wondered IL he
had a weekly paper. too. to keep HIM
in touch with theoold w6tI0J and ither
ethics and Standards OF sumefhihB be
sides New York. YnbTiBHS Grad N
The aletteFs7 were 7lptp4Hort2nt1 Ae
toolS M the parcel apdTslipped OF the
corr, !, Laundry probably. lie had not
ordered anything.
The paper fell to- the floor and he
sat staring at thee thing Ia his hands.
1t wasGa pink delicate. shiihmerirg,
silken fthlng. He citood IN, mud shook
It ont. TO its full, length, 1t reached ito
the floor. 1t was, mot . bath robe!oS4t
could not possibly be a smoking Jacket.
1t was q wouiah,s garment, up1lis-.
tazably. t''ti
The texture was the softest Japa-
nese Grape, the silk Interviewer around
the asleeves and neck IN h border OF
golden Butterflies There was no mark
on itignors on 4 the paper.i Warwick
looked carefully. afg7looD n u
The door bell buzZed iInperativelE,
once, twice and a long one. That was
| Billy Frainor's ring. Warwick hest
tated, cast tile pink silk thing behind
Billy stepped in smilingly. interroEa-
lively looked ab6ut5the room and spiell
the pink silk thing Tur
Rex" he said reproachfuIly; why,
Rex IA. ,s..tr M
ut was left bsre by mistake said
Warwick hastily. The hall boy did
/ it. What is it:''
BiIly lifted II By the shoulders ana
benmed with the apprcciatfvc eye Of a
connoisseur. Ha
Its a limono. the rea! imported ar
ticle. No bargain sale. Who's the
| lucky lady 2" s,., ..as 200
The door hell bpzzcd again War
wick took the llinlono with deliberate
forethOught, went 10 the wardrobe in
his dressing room and concealed II
therein. n} fl H
Its Stanton" Billy announced. ''and
! the rest HqfT3
warwick played the host with more
inner discomfort than ever before in
his life 1t was not the mere fact of
the mistake thai troubled him. nor that
he minded the boys knowing OF 1t, but
he didn't want to see that particular
what Ind Billy called it?-kimono?-
hundled and laughed about and spccu
lated over. Somewhere there must be
the girl who wanted TINT klmono., lie
hoped she was a brunette. PINK was
best for brunettes. Not too much Of a
brunette, perhaps with blue eyes, or
gray-yeS, gr'ry-a gray eye or so.
Billy was pushing back the clafru
and taborets for the spread. stun
ton was singing Mt the plano, Ont In
the Danfortlls We're runmaEing for
dishes and knives and forks Big De
Neau was up on the divan with its red
Turkish cover draped picturesqueIJ
about him. recIting some original
poetry.
REX, don't you own q decent table
cloth, you beEgar2'' called Yates.
Warwick smoked without replying
Through the haze he saw the brunette
girl with the pink kimonO about her
smiling delIclously like n geisha-no, lie
didn't want her to lie n Gaishn-ssiH!r
well, Just rs II Eill shonid smilr when
she had the right one to smileat.
Stanton left the piano ana c0me over.
!Say, you're prince to get me here
tonight" he said. II didn't know you
had yQ5plaee like this. Beats hotels. |
doesn't it2 sXhrt do.you edlI Itg' Z
'iStultO apartment" SAID NVnrwit.k /
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