The Lexington intelligencer. [volume] (Lexington, Mo.) 1901-1949, 1908-09-05

w. ON friends in Chicago;
they had been classmates
80 at Yale. 1t had been a
G@ question of money with
Bobby from the beginning According
to his own admission, his money was
a source Of great annoyance to him.
He was not out of debt but once and
then before be fully realized it. SO un-
usual was the condition that he could
not sleep. The first thing he did in the
morning was to borrow right and left
for fear another attack Of insomnia
might interfere with his training for
the football eleven.
Robertson Ray Rigby, immortalized
as Bobby, had gone in for athletics,
where he learned to think and act
quickly. He was called one Of the
lightest but headiest Quarterbacks in
the east. No gridiron idol ever escaped
his Jimmy or "Toppy or Pop or
Johnny When finally be hung out
his single in Chicago-"Robertson r.
Rigby, Attorney at Law'-he lost his
identity ever among his classmates It
was weeks before the fact became gen.
orally known that it was Bobby who
waited for clients behind the deceptive
single.
The indulgent aunt who had supplied
him with funds in college was rich in
business blocks and apartment build
ings, and now Mr.. Robertson r. Rigby
was her man of affairs. When he went
in for business, the old push Of the
football field did not desert him. He
was very much alive and very vigor-
GUS, and it did not take him long to
'learn the signals"
With his aunts unfaltering prosper
ity, his own ready wit and unbridled
versatility be was not long in estab-
fishing himself safely in his profession
and in society. Everybody liked him,
though no one took him seriously ex-
cept when they came to transact bust
ness with him. Then the witness Of
the drawing room turned into shrewd-
ness as it crossed the Office threshold.
The day after the Gable dinner Bob
by yawned and stretched through his
morning mail. He had slept but little
the night before, and all on account Of
a certain, or rather uncertain, Miss
Clegg. That petite and aggravating
young woman had been especially ex-
asperatlng at the Gable dinner. Mr..
Rigby, superbly confident of his stand
ing with her, encountered difficulties
which put him very much out Of tenn
per. For the first time there was an
apparent rift in her %conshlncy. Never
before had she shown such signs OF
huctuating. He could not understand
it-ln fact, he dared not understand it,
"She was a most annoying young per
son" said MI. Rigby to himself wrath.
fully more than once after he went to
bed that night. Anyhow, be could moi
see what there was about Howard
Medford for any girl to c%ountenance
much less to admire. Mr.. Medford GER
tainly had ruined the Gable dinner par
ty for Mr.. Rigby, and he was full Of
resentment.
Miss Heating" called Mr.. Rigby FOL
the third time, may | interrupt your
conversation with Mr.. Deever long
enough to ask a question that has beer
on my mind for twenty minutesT'
Mr.. Deever was the raw young gen
tleman who read law In the office Of
Judge Smith next door. Bobby main
tanned that II he read law at all 1t wal
at night, for he was too busy with 9th
er occupations during the day.
Miss Heating, startled, turned round
about promptly. Eyes, sir" at las
came from the pert young woman neal
the window.
~ guess I'll be going" said Mr.. Dee
yer resentfully, rising slowly from thu
side Of her desk on which he had beer
lounging.
"Wait a minute, Eddie" protested
Miss Heating. whats your hurry ?
And then she almost snapped out
"what is 1t. Mr.. RigbyT
Il merely wanted to ask If you havl
sufficient time to let me dictate a few
short letters that ought to 20 out to
day" said Bobby sarcastically. An,
then added with mock apology: Don
move, Mr.. Deeyer. If you're not 4
Miss Keating's way. you're certainl
not In mine.H
"a great josherr. that young woma.
was heard to comment admiringly.
"You may wake up some morning
find that I'm not" said Bobby soberly
Whereupon Miss Heating rose an
strobe to the other end Of the room an.
took her place beside Bobby's desk.
Bobby dictated half q dozen incense
q%uential letters before coming to IN
one which troubled him most Flo
many minutes he stared reaectively a
the typewritten message from Ne'
York. Miss Heating frowned seyerel
and tapped her little foot somewha
impatlenty on the door. But Bobb
would not be hurried His reflection
were TOO serious. This letter fror
New York had come with a force SUI
aclent to drive out even the ndienan