Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1908-02-22

the point o. seeking Quarter face tc
face. He had not wished to do it. The
scene and his own attitude in it could
only be repugpant to him. although he
continually explained to himself that
it was restitution, not extortion.
ooh" he groaned, what an ass
am" And he got out of his cab in
front Of very new limestone base
ment house with red geraniums bloom
ing on the window stills and let him
self In with latchkey.
The interior OF the house was attrac
tive in rather bright, new. clean
fashion The maid. too. who appeared
Mt the sound Of the closing door and
took his hat and gloves was as newly
groomed as the floors and woodwork
and 80 noiseless as to be conspicuous
in her swift, silent movements.
Anybody here?' he growled, leer
ing into the drawing room at tiny
grand piano cased in unvarnished Cir
cassian walnut.
"There is nobody at home. SIR" said
the maid.
He began to ascend the stairway
breathing heavily thud. thud over the
deep velvet strip, his fat hand grasp
ing the banister rail.
Somewhere on the second floor .
small dog barked, and Mortimer ira
versed the hall and opened the dooI
into room hung with gold Spanish
leather and pale green curtains.
Hello, Tintov' he said affably as &
tiny Japanese spaniel hurled herself al
him, barking furiously, then began
writhing and weaving herself about
him, gurgling recognition and wei
come.
Presently another maid entered, with
an apple cut into thin waters and q
decanter Of port, and Mortimer lay
back in his chair, sopping his apple II
the thick, crimson wine and feeding
morsels OF the combination to himself
and to Tinto at intervals until the ap
pie was all gone and the decantel
three -fourths empty.
1t was very still in the room-so still
that Mortimer. opening his eyes a
longer ard longer intervals to peer a
the door, finally opened them no more
/ It was still daylight when Mortimer
awoke, conscious Of people about him
AS he opened his eyes man laughed
Several people seated by the Window
Joined in. He yawned, laughed, turn
ing his heavy eyes from one to an
other, recognizing couple Of yount
girls at the window He didn't wan
to get UP, but there is in the society h
now adorned stringency Of etiquette
known as Refinement and which t.
ignore is to become unpopular.
l So he got on to his massive legs ant
went over to shake hands with gray
ity becoming the ceremony.
How dye do, Miss Hutchinson
Thought you were at Asbury Park
How de do, Miss Del Garcia? Hav'
you beer out in Millbank's motor yet!
1--WE broke down at MCGOWAN
pass" said Miss Del Garcia, laughing
the laugh that had made her so at
tractive in "a Word to the Wise"
Muddy gasoline" nodded Militant
tersely. an iron jawed, overgroome'
man Of forty with ford face shaye'
blue.
1--WE passed Mr.. Plank's big tourin
car" observed Lydia vyse, shiftin
Tinto to the couch and brushing tn
black and white hairs from her auto
mobile coat. How much does a ca
like that cost, Leroy?"
"About twenty-five thousand" b
said gloomily. Then. looking up: "Hol
on, Alillbank. Don't be going. VIII
can't you all dine with US? Never min
your car. Ours is all right, and wei
run out into the country for dinnel
How about it. Miss Del Garcia?"
But both Miss Del Garcia and Mis-
/ Hutchinson had accepted another IN
j yitation. in which Millbank was ais
} included.
They stood about, wells floating
leather decorated coats thrown bach
lingering for awhile to talk the garag
talk which fascinates people of thei
type, Then Millbank looked at tn
clock, made his adieu to Lydia, nodde
significantly to Mortimer and followe
the others downstairs.
There was something amiss with hi
motor, for 1t made startling racke
in the street, finally plunging forwar'
with kick.
Lydia laughed as the two youn
girls In the tonneau turned to nod
her in mock despair. Then she cam
running back upstairs, holding he
} skirt free from her hurrying little fee
"We.ll?" she inquired, as Mortime
turned back from the window to cor
front her.
81 missed him." said Mortimer.
She flung the coat over chair, stoo
a moment, her fingers busy with he
hair pegs, the
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