Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1908-08-11
plum pudding christmases you read

plum pudding Christmases you read OF
in novels. You Englishmen"-
"My dear Sanderson. don't call me
English! I've told you dozen times
that I'm not English"
$50 you did. SO you did! I'd forgot
ten that you're SO sensitive about it, )"
and Sanderson's eyes regarded Armi
tage intently for moment, as though
he were trying to recall some previous
discussion of the young mans nativity
II offer you free swing at the bar.
senator. May summon a Montana
cocktail? You taught me the ingredi
ents once-three dashes orange bitters
two dashes acid phosphate. half jig
ger Of whisky and half iisger of Ital.
ian verrnuth. You undermined the
constitutions Of half Montana with
that mess"
Sanderson reached for his hat with
sudden detection.
"The sprinkling cart for me! I've
got nerve specialist engaged by thu
year to keep me out of sanitariums. Sec
here.II want you to go with us tonight
to the secretary Of states push. Mo-
many Of the Montana boys get this fa'
from home, and want you for exhibi
ton purposes. Say, John. when saw
"Cinch Tight. Montana" written on tn
register down there 1t, increased my
circulation seven beats! You're all
right, and guess you're about MS good
an American as they make-anywhere
John Armitage"
The function for which the senator
from Montana provided an invitation
for Ar1nitage was large AFFAIR III
honor Of several new ambassadors. At
10 o'clock Senator Sanderson was In.
PRODUCING Armitage right and left as
one of his rep, sentative constituents
Armitage am he owned adjoining
ranches in Montana, and Sanderson
called upon his neighbor to stand up
boldly for their state before the min
ions of effete monarchies.
Mrs. Sanderson had asked Armitage
to return to her for little Montana
talk, as she put it, after the first rush
Of their entrance was over, and as he
waited in the drawing room for an op-
portunity of speaking to her he chatted
with Franzel, an attache of the Aus
TRAN embassy, to whom Sanderson had
introduced him. Franzel was gloomy
young man with monocle. and he
was waiting for particular girl. who
9happened to be the daughter of the
Spanish ambassador. And, this being
his object, he had chosen his position
with care, near the door Of t.se draw
| ing room, and Armitage shared for the
moment the advantage that lay In the
|, Austrian's point of view. Armitage
had half expected that the Claibornes
would be present at function as com
prehensive Of the higher official WORLD
as this. and he intended asking Mrs.
Sanderson If she knew them as soop
as opportunity offered. The Austrian
attache proved tiresome, and Armitage
was about to drop him. when suddenly
he caught sight of Shirley Claiborne
at the far end of the broad hall. Her
head was turned partly toward him
He saw her for an instant through the
throng. Then his eyes fell upon
Chauvenet at her side, talking with
liyeliest animation. He was not more
than her own height. and his profile
presented the clean. sharp effect OF a
cameo. The vivid outline of his dark
face held Armitage's eyes. Then as
Shirley passed on through an opening
in the crowd her escort turned, hold.
ing the way open for her. and Arml
tage met the mans gaze.
1t was with an accented gravity that
Armitage nodded his head to some dec
laration of the melancholy attache ut
this moment. He had known when he
left Geneva that he had not done with
Jules Chauvenet, but the mans prompt
appearance surprised Armitage. He
ran over the names Of the steamers by
which Chauyenet might easily have
sailed from either German or q
French port and reached Washington
quite as soon as himself. Chauvenei
was in Washington, at any rate, and
not only there, but socially accepted
and in the good graces of Shirley Cla1-
borne.
The somber attache was speaking OF
the Japanese.
wrhey must be Overwhelmingly,
said Franzel. The two had been con
versing in French.
Eyes, he must be crushed, returned
Armitage absentmindedly, in English
then, remembering himself, he repeat
cd the affirmation In French, changing
the pronoun.
Mrs. Sanderson was now free. She
was pretty, vivacious woman, mucI
Younger than her stalwart husband
college graduate whom he had found
teaching school near one of his silver
mines.
"Welcome once more, constituent
We're proud to see you, can tell you
Our host owns some marvellous tapes
tries. and they're hung out tonight fol
the world to see" She guided Armi
tace toward the secretary's gallery OF
an upper floor. Their host was almos
as famous as connoisseur as for his
achievements in diplomacy, and thf
gallery was large apartment in which
every article of furniture, as well as
| the paintings, tapestries and specl
mems of pottery, was the careful choice
of a thoroughly cultivated taste.
ut isn't merely an art gallery. IL: