The Owosso times. (Owosso, Mich.) 1897-1926, 1907-09-27
turned in front of Lord vanstone's

ture, that they could not help being
vastly surprised
Their establishment was not lessened
when Philip exclaimed
"And | was the boyr
"But / said "a boy with newspa-
pers.'"
Eyes, very urchin, a waif of the
streets"
"My uncle struck you"
"And you defended me, saved me
from being locked up, In fact"
"Oh, this Is too marvellous. Mother,
you must remember
"My dear one, remember the event
as If 1t had taken place yesterday.
Your uncle would not have cared were
you killed that night All he wanted
was your money. Now he has that
and mine He was, indeed, wicked
man."
Mother, dear he Is unhappy. Are
we? But, Mr.. Arson, what wonderful
change In your fortunes has taken
place since our first meeting? Is the
newspaper trade so thriving that car
riage and pair, supper at the Savoy,
stalls at the Regents hall and bou-
quet from Rosalind's are mere trim
mings, so to speak, to busy day?"
Evelyn protested Mrs. Atherley.
But the girl was too buoyant, too ut
terly oblivious of all that this meeting
meant to Philip, to cease from chatting
him.
"Please, Mr.. Arson, do tell us the Sc
cret. l will sell any paper you name.
/ get 3 guineas for singing two songs,
1 admit, but may only sing them once
a month. / have loads Of time to run
about crying: 'Extrey speshul! 'Orrible
disawsterr Or does the magic spring
from writing those thrilling stories
one sees placarded on the boardings?
I believe l could do it. I once won q
prize in lady's magazine for set Of
verses, the genuine and unaided pro-
duction of a girl aged under fourteen"
Philip compelled himself to respond
to her mood. He promised to reveal
his specific FOR money making at some
future period when she was sufficient
ly dazzled to accept his words as those
of a prophet.
With the tact of a woman Of the
world, Mrs. Atherley led the conversa-
ton back to less personal channels.
The great restaurant was rapidly fill
ing now. The occupants Of neighbor-
ing tables cast occasional glances at
the merry trio which discussed the
foibles of the musical world, the ways
of agents, the little meannesses and
petty .spites of the greatest. artists and
incidentally did ample justice to an
excellent meal.
Philip thought he had never before
met such delightful girl. Evelyn
was quite certain that some unknown
good fairy had given her this pleasant
acquaintance. and Mrs. Atherley, after
a silent spasm of regret that her
daughter should be denied the position
in the greater world for which she was
so admirably fitted, abandoned herself
to the infectious gayety of the younger
people.
Both she and Evelyn confessed to
feeling of renewed surprise when Phil
ip happened to mention his London adj
dress
Whatever faults the denizens of Park
lane may possess, that of being un-
known cannot be reckoned among
them, and Mrs. Atherley In a period
not very remote knew the occupants
Of every house in that remarkable thor
oughfare. She could not, however, re-
call the name Of Arson.
At last most enjoyable meal came
to an end. Philip, supported most ably
by skilled head waiter, spun 1t out to
the utmost possible limit. but the mex
orable clock would not be denied.
He thought the two ladies might pre-
fer to drive home alone, so he sent
them away In his carriage and made
an excuse that he had an appointment
at his club. In truth he wished to be
free to walk far and fast while his ex-
cited brain demanded solution of the
strange congeries of events which had
so crowded into his life during forty
eight hours.
About the time that Philips coach.
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mother at their residence Victor Gre
nier, again attired in evening dress and
accompanied by Jocky Mason, whose
huge frame was incased in a suit Of
gray tweed. entered fashionable West
End bar and found an elegant young
person leaning against the marble top
ped counter, engaged in a war Of wits
with a barmaid.
The arrival of the two men, however,
put n quick stop to the badnage. The
youth quilted the counter with care
less dlscourtesy that annoyed the girl
to whom he was talking.
"Well," he demanded from Grenier,
did anything happenT'
Jimmie" was the cool reply, 81 told
you that your stupid ruse last night
would result in failure. Far worse; 1t
has supplied you with a rival against
whom you may as well give up the
game at once"
"Rotr' cried the other fercely, with
an oath. "Dont irritate me. Tell me
plainly what has gone wrong now"
"She was there and sang delightful
ly. Pom my honor, she Is pretty
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