Connecticut western news., 1908-12-03


 tional complications by abducting you. Even as 1t is, he may spot your win dow ledge and twang guitar or a zither, or whatever 1t is that Syrians do twang. He may cause you to lose q whole nights sleep"
 Miss Kilroy commenced transcribing her notes tranquilly. He's relegated to the past" she declared aIrily. His song Is sung"
 The elevator boy stuck his head through the doorway. There are two queer looking females, fixed up fin some kind of foreign trappings, that want to sec Miss Kilroy," he announced.
 "Show them in, Tommy--that Is, 1T you don't mind, Mir. Grantlcy." She looked at him inquiringly.
 Not at all. will step into the ad- joining room if they will be embar- rassed, or I'll listen to your style in in- terviewinG." he said teasingly.
 Miss Kilroy smiled when her visitors entered in the very evident throes of formality. "Oh, it's you, is 1t, ZulielSa, and your pretty daughter"
 The old woman smiled and nodded until her ear pendants jingled. "We come see maiden like dawn" she an nounced genially.
 Miss Kilroy remembered the origin of the compliment and had the grace to blush. Did you come to tell me some more about your beautiful coun- try?" she asked graciously.
 The woman shook her head. Come to tell-a you of my son." she beamed.
 Has he succeeded In getting posi- tion?" interestedly.
 "No, not on the work we come, is it, Hareede?" She appealed to her daugh- ter delightedly.
 The girls black eyes glowed with i'm portance. We've women-it Is al- ways so," she explained ingratiatingly, she Is beloved"-
 An you marry my son-yes?" broke In the mother eagerly.
 Miss Kilroy sank back in her chair weakly. Of all things she gasped.
 You ikea my son?" urged Zulieka, leaning over and batting caressingly the limp hand of the object of her sons affection.
 Miss Kilroy looked dazed. IT can't marry your son." she announced feebly.
 But my sonny son! He ikea you, l he marry you. The way you smile make him happy. ask you to marry my sonr' her gestures expressing a fer vent solicitude that exceeded her vo- cabulary.
 But I don't want to marry your son. I-hate your sonr declared Miss XII roy desperately.
 The eyes of the two matrimonial agents flashed and their voices rose an grily. Miss Kilroy put her blond head upon the desk and sobbed. Grantley considered this an suspicious moment for interference. He rose and spoke blandly to the mother, who stood pnnt- ing with indignation pt the slight to her offspring.
 "It Is perhaps best for me to explain the situation, madam" and he bowed low In 0 manner which he hoped would impress them with an idea that he had learned his manners in foreign court circles. Ut is not that Miss Kilroy scorns your son; it is that He hedged for time to invent something soothingly plausible. "It is only that you have come too late. Miss Kilroy Is already betrothed," he added grave | ly, ''and therefore expresses regret that she cannot consider your son."
 The blond head of the sociological investigator was raised abruptly from the desk. Zulieka, however. repeated uncomprehendingly "Retrothed?"
 Grantly said slowly. "Betrothcd-af- | fanced-to be wed-e~pousa." he added desperately.
 The mother and sister of the reject ed looked at each other with nash of understanding. "Ah-hr' they breathed.
 gro me-to me-" Granite? tapped his breast conyincingly.
 The woman's face was again wreath ed in smiles ''I tell-a my son. tell-a him that the beautiful maid not strong to cook-to wash. He marry Syrian now. May the rising sun forever kiss your hair, mees, and may your chill dren be as many as the pomegrauite seed" she said to Grantley with grow ing cordiality.
 w nen IHe OOOT ClOSeu De0lDQ I0Cm Grantley stood with his feet apart and his hands in his pockets, according to the method of meditating man.
 By Jove!' he said finally.
 A slight sniff was Miss Kilroy's only contribution toward relieving the awk- wardness of the situation.
 Were engaged" he announced cheerfully.
 You're bruter' she answered chok- ingly.
 'I must say your interviews are con ducted upon rather original lines." he leased.
 Miss Kilroy's shoulders were shrug- ged resentfully. "I'll never interview another foreigner so long as I live" she declared.
 Certainly you must give that up when we are married" he suggested, a twinkle in his eye.
 She showed for an instant a pair of indignant fearful eyes. "We are not engaged" she declared stormily. and