The Miller press. [volume] (Miller, S.D.) 190?-current, 1907-06-20

body could associate his name with
any unpleasant scandal, or point out
to him as being In any way worse
than half a hundred men Of his own
position and way Of life. Yet he was
not very generally popular; people
just liked him, said ooh. Eustace
Charliewood isn't half a bad sort" and
left It at that. Perhaps a certain mys.
terry about him, and about his sources
Of income, annoyed those people who
would like to see their neighbors
bank book once a week.
Charliewood lived fairly well, and
everybody said, How on earth does
he manage it?"-the general opinion
being that his father and elder broth
er paid him an allowance to keep him
outside the life Of the family.
About ! o'clock Mr.. Charliewood
went into the club dining room. The
head waiter hurried up to him, and
there was a somewhat protracted and
extremely confidential conversation as
TO the important question OF lunch.
As the waiter would often remark to
his underlings. ITS always a pleasure
to do for a gentleman like Mr.. Charlie
wood because he gives real thoughts
to his meals, chooses his wine with
care, and his food with discrimination.
Not like them young men we get up
from Hoxford and Cambridge, who'll
eat anything you put before 'em, and
smacks their lips knowing owe a cork
ed bottle of wine"
Very WELL" Mr.. Charliewood said.
Robert, the clear soup, a portion OF
the sole with mushrooms, a grilled
kidney, and a morsel Of Comembert.
That will do very well. A half bottle
of the 'S2 Neirsteiner and a Grande
Mariner with my coffee"
Having decided this important Ques-
ton, Mr.. Charliewood looked round
the room to see if any of his particu-
lar friends were there. He caught
the eye Of a tall, very good looking
man. with a silly face and very care
fully dressed. This was young Lord
Landsend, a peer Of twenty-one sum-
mers, who had recently been elected
to the Boabab Tree club, and who had
a profound admiration for the worldly
wisdom of his fellow-member.
The young nan got up from his
table and came over to MI. Charlie
wood.
Il say, Charlie" he said, I'm going
to motor down to Richmond this after
noon, just to get an appetite for din
ner. Will you Gomez"
Charliewood was about to agree,
when a waiter brought him a telegram
upon a silver tray. He opened it,
read it, crushed the fimsy pink gov
eminent paper in his hand, and said:
"Awfully sorry, L%andsend; but I've
just had a wire making an appoint
ment which l must keep"
He smiled as he did so.
"Ah," said the young gentleman with
a giggle, prodding his friend in the
shoulder with his thin, unsteady
finger, "Ah, naughty, naughty"
With that he returned to his place,
and Mr.. Charliewood lunched alone.
Once he smoothed out the telegram
again and read 1t with a slight frown
and an anxious expression in his eyes
1t ran as follows: BE here three this
afternoon without fail. - Gouldes-
brough."
When Mr.. Charliewood had paid
his bill and left the dining room the
head waiter remarked with a sigh and
a shake Of the head that his pet men,
Der did not seem to enjoy his food to-
day. (Which is odd, Thomas" con-
Guided that oracle, because a finer
sole-oh-von-blong 1 w see served
in the club"
Charliewood got into a cab, gave the
driver the name and address Of a
house in Regents Park, lit a cigar,
and sat back in deep thought, smoking
rather rapidly, and seeing nothing Of
the moving panorama of the streets
through which the gondola of London
bore him swiftly and noiselessly. His
face wore a sullen and rather troubled
expression, not at all the expression
n would have imagined likely in a
mar who had been summoned to pay
an afternoon call upon so famous and
popular a celebrity as Sir William
Gouldesbrough, +. r. s.
Ito Be Continued.)