The Montgomery advertiser., 1907-11-16
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 If was about o'clock in the after noon and MT. Bowling. the architect. had come to the saloon in the hope oL obtaining a snack of late luncheon. It was long past the regular iuncneon hour when townsmen sat on high stools before the bar and munched hard-boil. ed eggs, sardines. thin slcies or sau- sage and So forth. The cane-seaved stools had been removed to the Tar endsof the saloon: the hard-boiled eggs had been sent back into the hotel to be used up for salads; the French bread had all returned to the coffee- roem Nevertheless, Jessie welcomed the late-comer; spoke down a tube, aummoning dainties; with a graceful dsye came under the bar flap to bring a stool with her own white hands; laid out a neatly folded napkin--in a word. she speedily made Mir. Bowling comfortable.
 saToo bad" said Mir. Bowling, seated and munching--'too bad to give you nil this trouble."
 <. NO trouble. MT. Bowling. Or a trouble like taking. Which ought I say?" and Jessie, with her head slight ly on one side. smiled sweetly.
 s'oh, come. Oh, ah. What a nice way of putting it, and he rolled his head, and laughed as much as he could while his mouth was full. < Jessie, with her elbows on the mar ble slab just In front of the napkin and plate. with her fingers twined be- meath her chin. regarded MT. Bowling nxediy.
 "Are you aware, Mr.. Bowling, what nice eyes you haye?"
 sA"Oh, come! Oh, ahi"
 Then Jessie begged permission to try a. little experiment in eye-reading. MT. Bowling was to think of the past or of the future. and Jessie proposed to tell Elm which he was thinking of. This trick. in fact, had been taught her the night before by a commercial traveller, who said the pupil of the eye contract ed for the past and expanded for the fntare. The bagman had experimented successfully with big Emily's honest brown eyes, but could make nothing If Jessie's cold grey-blue stare.
 MT. Bowling, you are thinking of the past"
 '.so was. Try again."
 Mir. Bowling Uttered complacently. He was enjoying the test as much as Ais lunch.
 .soh. the past"
 "Yes. He-he-he. My thought was in the past.r
 There. what did I say7 Tell-tale syes.1
 sWeli, that's the first time I ever heard it' and he laughed gatiy.
 sfGo on with your lunch. Then you shall havo a cig."
 Just then the telephone bell behind the bar rang sharp and clear. Mir. Bowling started violently.
 Whats that2 Anyone asking for rneY'
 Jessie. at the instrument. shook her head. It was only Mfr. Drake. up the town, inquiring about the lemons. Mir. Bowling, from force of habit, had won- dsred if it could be a message from his home. Mrs. Bowling could not possi- ply know that he was nourishing him self at he White Hart. and yet, when the bell rang, he had tnstinctively thought of his good. kind wife.
 'sMr. Bowling" said Jessie. as pres ently she lit the visitors cigarette for him, you know everything. Suppose one was to go to a money lender to borrow fifty pounds-I suppose he'd charge one something frightful"
 Sixty per cent"
 '.But if one could get a hundred per- rentage for the money 1t might be worth doing"
 "oh. never. Money lenders are the very devil
 T suppose lawyers and bankers would be the proper people to go tor,
 ssYes if the security was all right"
 Mir Bowling you're rich man