The Montgomery advertiser., 1906-07-10
THE PINK KlMINo.
By IxoIa Forrcster.

Warwick glanced at the letters. again at the clock, tossed off his hat, coat and gloves and carried the whole lot. parcel. letters and paper. into the
 comfortable study and dropped into deep chair
 There was an hour before the crowd
 would arrive. Everything was ready. The spread would be sent up at s:3O
 sharp. He hoped Stanton would be
 able tn get away. He liked stanton. The boy needed a good friendly grip just now. He knew himself what 1t
 was to be in New York a stranger.
 Money could not give one the password that admitted one to the inside of things, the getting next to the it. ness of all," as Stanton said. And
 if the right path did not open. and one | happened to be lonely there were others wide and welcoming. War; wick knew. The boy was young and clever. The only thing that ailed him was too much money and the confidence he had | therein. He was a bit handy with 1t all--the whirl and the swing, and the chance. for big success. Warwick had kept am eye on him for weeks, meas uring and judging him. and now he was satisfied. All the boy needed was direction and q cool hand checking | him now and then and he would win | out. ts.
 | Warwick opened the weekly paper | from home and smiled to himself at | the familiar heading. fThe Weekly Visitor Ever since he could remem-
 Der the. Weekly Visitor had visited regularly at the quiet. big gray house that crowned Warwick's Hill. up in l Hillsboro, N. H. And stanton was l from the countr too. some place out West out in Nebraska. He wondered 1 him in touch with the old world. and the ethirs and standards of something
 besides New Ysrk.
 The letters were unimportant. He took up the parcel and slipped of the cord Laundry probably; he had not ordered anvthin-.
 The paper feil to the floor and he sat staring at the thing in his hands It was pink. delicate. shimmering, silk en thing. He stood up and shook it out to its full length. It resched to the floor. It was not bath robe It could not possibly be smoking jacket It bly,,
 crepe. the silk interwoven around the sleeves and neck in, border Of golden butterflies There was no mark on 1t n"r on the paper. Warwick looked care fully.
 The doorbel1 buzzed imparatively. once. twice and long one. That was Billy Trainers ring. Warwick hesita- ted, cast the pink silk thing behind him on the chair and opened the door.
 Billy stepped in smilingiy, interroRa- lively looked about the room. and spied the pink silk thing.
 Rex" he said responsibility; why, Rex"
 Tt was left here by mistake" said Warwick. hastily. "The hall boy did it. What is it?"
 Billy lifted 1t by the shoulders and beamed with the appreciative eye of a connoisseur.
 Its kimona. the real imported ar ticle. No bargain sale. Who's the lucky ladyT
 The door bell buzzed again Warwick took the kimona with deliberate fore- thought, went to the wardrobe in his dressing room and concealed it therein.
 Its Stanton" Billy announced. and the rest
 Warwick played the host with more inner discomfort than ever before in his life. It was not the mere fact of the mistake that troubled him, nor that he minded the boys knowing of 1t, but he didn't want to see that par
 ticular--what had Billy called it?- kimona a?-handled. and laughed about, and speculated over. Somewhere there must be the girl who wanted that ki- mona. He hoped she was brunette. Pink was best for brunettes. Not too much of a brunette, perhaps with blue eyes, or gray-yes, gray-a gray eye or so.
 Billy was pushing back the chairs and tabourettes for the spread. stan ton was singing at the piano. Out in the kitchenette Yates and Rogers and the Danforths were rummaging for dishes and knives and forks. Big De Veau was up on the divan. with It's red Turkish cover draped picturesqe- 1,v hf a t,rfOin al poetry.
 Rex, don't you own decent table, cloth, you beggar?" called Yates. Warwick smoked without replying. Through the haze he saw the brunette girl with the pink kimona about her, smiling deliciously like geisha-no, he didn't want her to be geisha- smiling, well. just as a girl should smile when she had the right one to
 smile at.
 stanton left the piano and came over.
 say you're a prince to get me here to- o-night" he said q didn't know you
 had place like this. Beats hotels, doesn't it? What do you call it?" Studio apartment" said Warwick, lazily. Half den. half home, not con- fined to bachelors. I like it. When a
 fellows had a home, 1t always sticks
 to him bit There's a Jap comes in
 and cleans up for me. and if I want | a meal, can have it."
 I'm going to housekeeping. too
 began Stanton, awarkdly. "Honevmoon Warwick's eyes light
 led with amusement. He had not dreamt the boy had gone so far.
 No, not as bad as that" stanton
 hesitated. glancing at the joyous, riot
 ous crowd about the piano. It's my
 sister Mothers sent her on to take | care of me until she can come her
 self. I guess they didn't get very
 good accounts of their little boy Tn Manhattan But I wrote home. and
 told them about YOU. and what scrt
 of a chap you were. and how you had
 taken me under your wing, and I
 promised to cut out the hotel, and
 well, a whole lot of things mother
 didn't like the flavor of. and today
 "whoopee!' yelled Yates from 'he
 dressing room I've found Vary s
 table cloth. It's a dreamr'
 Warwick sat I'D, and dropped his clg-
 arette Waltzing d;zzily, radiently,
 wickedly. out from the dressing room 1 camc Yates. arrayed in the pink silk | i5imona There was a silence, then a long drawn howl of delight from the
 crowd They caught Yates ir their arms. and swept him up on the center
 table. They handed him a Samoan fan