Montour American. (Danville, Pa.) 1866-1920, 1906-11-08
@ THE NJ
PINK KIMONO
By IZOLA FORESTER
Copyright, 1895, by Ruby Douglas

wick's letters lay on top Of it, neatly,
as the hall boy had placed them, also
his weekly paper from home
Warwick glanced at the letters,
again al 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 a
deep chair
There was an hour before the crowd
would arrive Everything was ready,
The spread would be sent up at $50
sharp. He hoped Stanton would be
able 10 get away. He liked Stanton.
The boy needed a good friendly grip
Just now. He knew himself what II
was 10 be 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 itness
OF all" as Stanton said And IL the
right path did not open, and one hap
pened TO he lonely, there were others
wide and welcoming. Warwick knew.
The hoy was young and clever. The
only thing that allied him was too
much money and the confidence he
had therein. He was a bit handy with
II all-the whirl and the swing and the
chance for big success. Warwick had
kept an eye on him for weeks, measur.
ing and Judging him, and now he was
satisfied. All the boy needed was di
rectlon and a cool hand checking him
now and then. and he would win out.
Warwick opened the weekly paper
from home and smiled to himself at
the familiar heading. the Weekly Wis
itor Ever since he could remember
the Weekly Visitor had visited reg
ularly at the quiet. big gray house that
crowned Warwick's hill, up In Kills
boro, y. II. And Stanton was from
the country. too. some place out west
out in Nebraska. He wondered Ia he
had weekly paper, too TO keep him
In touch with the old world, and the
ethics and standards Of something be
sides New York.
The letters were unimportant. He
took up the parcel and slipped OFF the
ordered anything.
The paper fell to the floor and he
sat staring at the thing In his hands.
II was a pink, delicate. shimmerinG.
silken thing He stood up and shook
II out TO its full length. II reached to
the floor II was not bath robe. II
could not possibly be smoking jacket.
II was a woman's garment, unmis-
takably.
The texture was the softest JRpa-
uese Grape. the silk interwoven around
the sleeves and neck in a border of
golden butterflies. There was no mark
on it nor on the paper. Warwick
looked carefully
The door bell buzzed imperatively,
once, twice and long one. That was
Billy Trainors ring Warwick hest
tated. cast the pink silk thing behind
him on the chair and opened the door.
Billy stepped in smilingly, interroga
lively looked about the room and spied
the pink silk thing
Rex" he said reproachfully; why,
Rex"
1T was left here by mistake" said
Warwick hastily. "The hall boy did
It, What Is it?''
Billy lifted it by the shoulders and
beamed with the appreclative eye OF a
connoisseur
It's kimono, the real imported ar
ticle. No bargain sale Who's the
lucky LADY,
The door bell buzzed agaiu. War.
wick took the kimono with deliberate
forethought, went to the wardrobe in
his dressing room and concealed II
therein.
Its Stanton" Billy announced, "and
the rest"
Warwick played the host with more
inner discomfort than ever before In
his life II was not the mere fact OF
the mistake that troubled him. nor that
he minded the boys knowing Of II, but
he didn't want 10 see that particular
what had Billy called ltf-klmono?-
handled and laughed about and specu-
lated over Somewhere there must be
the girl who wanted that kimono. He
hoped she was brunette Pink was
best for brunettes Not too much Of q
brunette, perhaps with blue eyes, or
gray-yes, gray-a gray eye or SO.
Billy was pushing back tho chairs
and taborets for the spread. Stan.
ton was singing at the plano. 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 its red
Turkish cover draped picturesquely
about him. reciting some original
poetry
Rex don't you own decent table
cloth, you beggar?" called Yates.
Warwick smoked without replying.
Through ~" haze he saw the brunette
girl W. the pnk kimono about her
smiiI Z GeliciOusly like geiSha-no. he
didn't want her to be gcisha-S smiling,
well Just as girl should smile when
she had the RIGHT one 10 smile at.
Stanton left The piano and came over
Say, your - prince to get me here
lOL4S SLA. lii' H..t.t- Nluu ALOW you
had place like this Beats hotels,
doesn't itf What do you call it?"
Studio apartment" said Warwick,
lazily. Half den, half home, not con
fined to bachelors. | like II. When a
fellows hal a home, It always sticks to
him bit There's Jap comes In and
cleans up for me. and II I want n meal,
can have It,"
Il am going to housek eeping too"
began Stanton awk wardly
Honeymoon 2" Warwlck's eyes light
ed with amusement. He had not
dreamed the boy had gone 50 far.
''NO not as bad as that" Stanton
hesitated, CHANGING at the joyous, riot
-''a crowd about tLa piano. It's my
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