The Monmouth inquirer., 1906-09-27

dreamed the boy had gone so far
mo, not as bad as that" Stanton
hesitated, CHANGING at the joyous, riot
Gus crowd about the piano. It's my
sister. Mothers sent her on to take
! care of me until she can come herself.
| guess they didn't get very good
accounts of their little boy in Manhat-
| tan. But wrote home and told them
J about you and what sort of a chap
YOU were and how you had taken me
under your wing and | promised to
cut out the hotel and-well, whole
! lot of things mother didn't like the
flavor of, and today
"Whoopeel yelled Yates from the
dressing room. "Tve found Wary $
tablecloth. It's dream!'
Warwick sat up and dropped his
cigarette Waiting dizzily, radiantly,
wickedly out from the dressing room
came Yates, arrayed in the pink silk
kimono There was silence, then
long drawn howl of delight from the
crowd. They caught Yates in their
arms, and swept him up on the center
table They handed him a Samoan
fan of dyed plumes and Mexican
peaked hat. Trainor at the piano
crashed into the San Toy" overture.
And suddenly Warwick stood up,
white and mad, mad clear through
that they should dare even in jest to
touch anything that belonged to the
dear, unknown girl, the brunette with
the gray eyes.
Take that offr' he said.
The music stopped short, but not
from his words Every face in the
crowd was turned toward the door of
the hall, and Yates looked helpless and
miserable. Warwick turned, too, and
held his breath. She stood in the
doorway, one hand lifting aside the
heavy drapery Behind her was
George the coIored hall boy. Her
face looked startled, and yet there
was amusement too, in the wide gray
eyes, as they glanced from face to
face and finally rested on Yates.
There is some mistake, I think, :"
she said gently. George tells me a
parcel of mine was left here tonight
1 have only moved here today, and
he made a mistake. / think that
gentleman has on my kimono."
Wretched, limp and apologize, Yates
was assisted from the table, and di-
vested of the pink silk gown.
4 am sorry to spoil your amuse-
ment''- she stopped, and turned her
head toward Warwick as the host,
when all at once her eyes met Stan
tons.
"Marjorie!" he gasped. Marjorie,
you blessed kid"
Silently and discreetly the crowd
averted it's composite face while Stan
ton kissed Marjorie ecstatically. War
wick looked unhappy.
Boys cried Stanton, this is my
sister, all the way from Nebraska to
Manhattan to take care of her little
brother
Mother is here, too" Marjorie ex-
planned, blushing at the ELUSIVE vel
come accorded her. 1--WE had the ad-
dress of these apartments and you
wrote that they were very nice, you
know, and that Mr.. Warwick lived
here
That's Warwick interposed Stan
ton Hes bully fellow"
Warwick bowed. Suddenly he felt a
great, supreme gladness steal over him.
She had gray eyes, Stanton's sister
from Nebraska.
$50 we came right here from the de-
pot, and mother wanted to surprise
you by having everything ready. [
bought my kimono on the way here,
because our trunks haven't come yet,
and the boy made mistake delivering
it. We have the apartment just across
the hail.
Boys cried Stanton, come on to
the apartment across the hall and be
introduced You've got to make us
welcome, because we've come TO stay
Decorously and quietly the crowd
crossed to the apartment next door.
With dignity and beautiful grace they
were introduced to Stanton's mother
and to Stanton's home, and Stanton
knew he was accepted and admitted
forever 10 the lluc56 VI Things.
But Warwick sat in corner watch
ing Marjorie make tea, tea from his
teapot which the Jap servant had
brought over, and over the back of her
chair hung the pink silk kimono. He
was wondering how she would look in
it.
Sugar. she asked. zone or two,
Mr. Warwick 2"
1.-TWO" said Warwick, with half
suppressed sigh. Say, do you know
Mar-Miss Stanton, I'm awfully glad
you're brunette, with gray eyes"
"Why?" Marjorie's head bent lower
over the teapot. Tea making does re
quire so much careful attention.
Because said Warwick, pink is SC
/ becoming to that type"
'And to Mr.. Yates type, too laugh
ed Marjorie, but her face was flushed
as she slipped the pink kimono around
| her, over her gray travelling suit, and
/ poured the tea a la japanese for the
crowd, and for Warwick.