The Columbia herald. [volume] (Columbia, Tenn.) 18??-1935, 1906-03-23

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would find some consideration. But
the colonel spoke to no one save his
daughter, and his daughter to no one
save her parent, her maid, and the
stewardess. Would they remain in
New York. or would they seek theil
far-off southern home? Oh, the thous-
ands of Questions which surgcd through
his brain From time to time ne
glanced syrpathetically at the col
i onel, whose fincers drummed and
j drummed and drnmmed.
"Poor wretch! MS stomach mTst be
in bad shape. Or maybe he has the
palsy" Warburton unused upon the
curious incertitude of the human anat-
omy.
But Col. Annesley did not have the
palsy. What he had is at once the
greatest blessing and the greatest curse
of God-remembrance. or conscience.
If you will.
What beautiful color her hair was
| dappled with sunshine and shadow! ;.
Pshawl Mr.. Robert threw aside his
shawl and book lit is of no real i'm
/ portance, but I may as well add that
he never completed the reading of thai
summers most popular novel; and
sought the smohing-room, where
with the aid of fat perfecto and
! liberal stack of blues. he proceeded tc
divert himself till the boat reached
quarantine l shall not say that he
left any of his patrimony at the ma
| hogany table with its green-baize
covering and it's little brass disks for
| cigar ashes, but I sm certain that he
! did not make one Of those stppendou
winnings we often read about arf
never witness. This mTch, however.
he made the acquaintance of a very
important personaFe. who w"s Dr7s
! emily to add no insionificant weicht OF
the scales of Mr.. Roberts destinv.
He was Russian, young. handsont
suave, of what the newspapers insis
on calling DISTINGUISHED beariny. r.
spoke English pleasantly h~t i-lper
fectly. He possessed a capital fTnd C
anecdote. and WarhVrton being a
army man. loved good dro!l story.
was revelation to see tie way hi
Tipped the end of his cigar into his
coffee, stimulant which he drank
With Balzacian frequency and relish.
Besides these accomplishments, he
played very smooth hand at the great
American game. While Mr.. Roberts
admiration was not aroused, it was
surely awakened.
Mr.. hero had no trouble with the
customs officials A brace of old
French dueling pistols and Turkish
simitar were the only articles which
might possibly have been dutiable.
The inspector looked hard, but he was
finally convinced that Mr.. Robert was
not a professional curio-collector.
Col. Annesley and his daughter were
old hands; they had gone through all
this before. Scarce an article in their
trunks was disturbed.
Once outside, the colonel caught the
eye of cabby, and he and his daugh-
ter stepped in.
Holland House, sir, cid you say?"
asked the cabby.
The colonel nodded. The cabby
cracked his whip, and away they rolled
over the pavement.
Warburton's heart gave a great
bound. She had actually leaned out
Of the cab, and for one brief moment
their glances had met. Scarce know
ing what he did, he Jumped into |
another cab and went pounding after, |
1t was easily ten blocks from the pier |
when the cabby raised the lid and |
peered down at his fare.
do you want t. folly them ahead?"
he cried
mo, mol" Warburton was startled |
out of his wild dream Drive to the |
Holland House-no-to the Waldorf |
Yes, the Waldorf; and keep your nag
going?"
"Waldcrf 1t is, sir!" The lid above
closed
Clouds bad gathered in the heavens
It was beginning to rain But War.
burton neither saw the clouds nor felt
the first few drops of rain. All the
way uptown he planned and planned
as many plans as there were drops Of |
rain; the rain wet him, but the plans
drowned him-he became submerged
II he could find some one he knew at
the Holland House, some one who
would strike up smol,ing-room &c
1uaintance with the colonel. the resi-
would be simple enough. Annesley-
he couldn't rlace the name
Was he a regular. retired, or veteran
If the Civil War? And yet, the name
vas net totally unfamiliar. Certainlv.
% war fine-loolying old fellow, with
is white hair and A1nxandrian nose
md here he WIS. he. Robert Warbur-
on. In New York. simply because he
'apTened TO be in the boo'-ing Office Of
he Care du Nord one morning and
overheard a very beautiful girl say:
Then we shall sail from Southamp-
o1 GOV after tomorrow" Of a truth {
t is the infnitesimal things that count
SO deep wes ta in the maze Of his /.