The Topeka state journal. [volume] (Topeka, Kansas) 1892-1980, 1907-01-17
THE EVENING STORY
Daniel o'Connell Moloney, ANY.
(By NJ. ]. Philips. }

| twelfth floor of the Alameda, where
he had his apartments.
Good evening, Daniel O'Connell
Moloney,'' he said gravely to the
knickerbockered and freckled elevator
boy.
Daniel o'Connen grinned cheerfully
and whistled through a gap in his
front teeth by way OF reply. They
were sworn friends, the two.
AT the tenth floor the car stopped
and the door slid back. Tremaine re-
moved his hat tremendously. Mrs.
| Alderton Ten Eyke also theater-ward
bound. large and determined in APP
pearance, marched in. AT sight OF the
young attorney, she sniffed; a slight,
ladylfke, wel1bred sniff, but neverthe-
less sniff. Miss Marjorie Ten Eyke,
young and slender, dark-eyed and low
| able, followed her mother. She did not
look at Tremaine. but the faintest hint
| of added color appeared for moment
in her smooth cheeks. Arthur Ben
mustache, which emphasized his
sparse five feet five, brought up the
rear. Sixty-five inches are not inn
pressive, but hundred thousand dol
lars for every inch of it is rather a
| good average, which the militant Mrs.
Ten Eyke fully appreciated.
So did Tremaine, with a hungry
| glance at his lovely former fiancee.
When one is a struggling lawyer, just
beginning to see light ahead after a
two years battle with callous New
York, one gives due consideration to
| half-dozen Enthusiastically when
the other fellow has them.
1.-TWO months OF it, unused Tremaine,
mournfulIy. despite his jaunty bearing
when he had reached the street. Two
months without look. or a nod, or
smile-because danced too much with
that little Rivers girl! / was fool
| to do 1t, and a fool to quarrel over 1t,
with Mrs Ten on the lookout for Mann
| mon every minute. In her eyes am a
'briefiess barrister,' as the English nov
els say. And little Benscoter isn't
man; he's just bank-and a mustache.
Marjorie can't like the fellow. Still,
constant pressure will have its effect
would come up to break the ice,' and
Tremaine got so interested in imagin-
ing perilous situations for the fair
Marjorie, with himself as the rescuing
hero, that he walked three squares be-
yond his theater.
The next morning he oversight and
rushed to the elevator with an import
ant engagement almost due.
In a hurry, D. OC. Moloney," he adj
monished the youth at the controller,
I'm SO late now I haven't time to
speak your full name"
Daniel O'Connell grinned, and imita-
ted a steam calliope by whistling shrflly
through the gap in his teeth. With APP
parent carelessness. he consulted the
waiting to descend. Stealthily he FUN
bled with the levers-swish!
The cap dropped so feet like a dead
weight before Tremaine could move a
muscle Gasping for breath, of which
the swift descent deprived him, he pic
tured an awful death when the car
should strike the bottom of the shaft.
But the mad rush was checked as sud-
denly as it had begun, and the eleva-
tor finished Its journey to the ground
floor at q pace approved by all sensible
and well-regulated lifts.
A glimpse of Daniel O'Connell's grim
ming face in the mirror made all clear.
You young rascal" CALCULATED the
lawyer. as he caught his breath, you
did that on purposei"
We'll" retorted the boy, skipping
ninlbly out of reach, as he threw the
door open, you said youse was in
hurry!''
Ten minutes later the pedestrians
on Sixty-fourth street were much edi-
fed to see a good looking young man
stop suddenly, slap his thigh resound-
ingly, and laugh aloud. Thereat fat
policeman hastily conned over in a
somewhat fat mind the list of those
wanted" at headquarters that day. A
newsboy on the wing paused long
enough to shout "bug!" before he
swooped on again. To all Of which
Tremaine. joyously absorbed in a
great, a stuDendous idea. paid not the
slightest attention.
His high spirits were mysteriously
communicative. That evening Daniel
O'Connell. in an endeavor to Guido
previous calliOpe performances, al
most blew a tooth out. His small
chest was pulled like pouter pigeon
the lap of his mother.
II.
The wintry afternoon was closing
as Miss Ten Eyke, in a housegown
which to the masculine eye made her
beauty simply bewildering, called the |
elevator to the fourteenth floor of the |
Alameda. She had spent the after |
wit frl fr-fn n a
car stopped. her heart beat a little
more rapidly over a certain possibility. |
That she might encounter Tremaine. |
For Miss Marjorie was very much in
love with the young lawyer, despite |
their quarrel.
She invariably explained to herself |
at this annoying quickening of the !
pulses, that it was fear, not hope, |
which made her feel so. Daniel |
O'Connell approved of Miss Marjorie.
She had nice eyes, and a friendly way
of lookin' at a Teller. Sometimes they
elevators, and books.
go to school, and how it was a good
thing to study nights.
He was staunch little partisan,
too, and talked of his friends of the
other sex. chief of whom was Mr..
Tremaine. And although when the
turned on the lawyer 1t
usually became monologue, Miss
Marjorie was a good listener. Her
eyes would grow soft and she would
sigh a little. One day when Daniel
O'Connell gleefully told of a case
which Tremaine had just won. she
gave him quarter.
Down." said a masculine voice, and
Miss Ten Eyke's fear-or hope-was re-
allied. The car stopped at the twelfth
floor for Mr.. Tremaine. He removed
his hat with that air of impersonal
courtesy which is so annoying when a
person is willing to accept an overture
Of peace. OF course, she had returned
his ring, and sent back his notes un-
opened and refused to speak to him, but
that was two whole months ago. Why
n baUa hoor mora 11orcfStonf1