Cameron County press. [volume] (Emporium, Cameron County, Pa.) 1866-1922, 1906-06-14

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can't wear this thing through the
streets"
I've mind to make you wear it
And, by Jove, you shall! You'll wear
1t to the hatter's or stay here. That's
hnal. | never back down, either"
I'll wear it; only mark me. I'll get
even with you. | always did,
Il am not boy any longer. with
an infection on the personal pronoun.
We'll, to continue about that excuse.
You left the house without hat. and
you met the boys and played poker
all night. That bitches wonderfully.
You didn't feel well enough to 20 to
the embassy, but you could go and play
poker. That sounds as if you cared
a lot for your sister. And you wanted
TO stay at home the first night. because
you had almost forgotten how the in
side of a private dwelling looked. Very
good: very coherent"
Cut it. Chuck. What the deuce ex-
cuse can | give?'-worriedly lighting
the cigar | had given him.
My boy, I'm not making ND your
excuses; you'll have to invent those.
Ill be silent, but | refuse to lie TO Nan
cy on your account. Poker is the only
excuse that would carry any weight
with it. You will have to let them be-
lieve you're a heartless wretch; which
you are. if you persist in this idiotic
exploit"
You don't understand, Chuck.
wish | could tell you; honestly, | do.
The girls will have to think mean
things of me till the farce is over. |
couldn't escape if | wanted to.
is it Miss Annesley, Bob? Was it
she whom you ran away with? Come,
make clean breast of it. If it's she
why, that altogether alters the face of
things"
He walked the length of the cell
and returned. Il give up. You've hit
it. You understand now. | simply
can't back away; / couldn't if | tried"
Are you in love with the girl?"
That's just what | want to find out,
Chuck, I'm not sure. I've been think
ing of her night and day. | never had
any affair; | don't know what love is
But if it's a shaking in your boots at
the sound OF her name, if it's getting
red in the face when you only just
think of her, if it's having a wild de-
sire to pick her up and run away with
her when you see her, then I've got it.
When she stepped out of that con
founded carriage last night. you could
have knocked me over with paper
wad. Come, let's go out. Hang the
hat Let them laugh if they will.
It's only a couple of blocks to the hat
ter's.'
head, and together we marched out of
the police-office into the street. We
entered the nearest hatter's together.
He took what they call a drop-kick out
OF the hat, sending it far TO the rear
of the establishment. | purchased a
suitable derby for him, gave him ten
dollars for emergencies, and we parted
He proceeded to telegraph office and
sent dispatch to a friend up north,
asking him to telegraph him to come
at once, taking his chances of getting
a reply. After this he boarded a north
going-car, and was rolled out to Chevy
Chase. He had no difficulty in finding
the house of which he was in search. |
1t was fine example of colonial archi- |
lecture, well back from the road, and
fields beyond it. 1t was of red brick |
and white stone, with a wide veranda |
supported by great white pillars. There |
was modern portico at one side. A
fine lawn surrounded the whole and |
white pebble walks wound in and out. |
All around were thickly wooded hills, |
gashed here and there by the familiar |
yet peculiar red clay of the country. |
walked up the driveway |
and knocked deliberately at the SER |
wants door, which was presently |
opened. q learned all these things af- |
which accounts for my accu- |
rate knowledge of events)
Please inform Miss AnneSley that |
Mr.. Osborne has come in reply to her |
letter." he said to the little black |
eyed French maid.
"Ees Meestaire Osborrrne zee new |
groom ?"
Yes"
Il go thees minute!" Helm, what
lne-looklng young man to make eyes
at on cold nights in the kitchen!
Warburton sat down and twirled his
hat. Several times he repressed the
1eslre to laugh. He gazed curious!y
about him. From where he SAT he /
'ould see into the kitchen. The French
;hef was hanging up his polished pans
N a glistening row back of the range,
md he was hummins a little chason
which Warburton had often heard in
he restaurants of the provincial cities
IL France. He even found himself
,atching up the refrain where the chef
eft off. Presently he heard foot
teps sounding on the hardwood floor,
which announced that the maid was
with her mistress.