The Richmond palladium and sun-telegram. [volume] (Richmond, Ind.) 1907-1939, 1908-08-21


the Annex, where David Gable had
taken rooms. They had given up their
north side home some months before,
both he and his wife retiring into the
seclusion that a great hotel can afford
when necessary.
Graydon hurried off to his fathers
Office, eager, yet half fearing, to meet
the man who was responsible for the
broken link in his life-this odd year.
He recalled as he drove across town
that a full year had elapsed since he
spent that unforgettable night in Elias
Droom's uncanny home. Was he never
to forget that night-that night when
his soul seemed even more squalid
than the home of the recluse:
All Of his baggage except suit case
had been left at the station. He did
not know what had become of his be-
longings in the former home of his IA
Their, nor, for that matter, did he care.
At the u building he ventured a
diffident greeting to the elevator boy,
whom he rememb ered. The boy looked
at him quizzically and nodded with
customary aloofness. Graydon found
himself hoping that he would not meet
Bobby Rigby. He also wondered as
the car shot up how his father had
managed to escape from the meshes
that were drawn about him on the eve
of his departure. His chances had
looked black and hopeless enough then,
yet he still maintained the same old
offices in the building. His name was
Oh the directory board downstairs.
Graydon's heart gave a quick bound
with the thought that his father had
proved the charges false after all.
Elias broom was busy directing the
labors of two ablebodied men and a
charwoman, all of whom were toiling
as they had never toiled before. The
woman was busting law books, and
the men We're packing them away in
boxes. The front room of the suit was
in a state of devastation. A dozen
boxes stood about the floor: rugs and
furniture were huddled in the most re-
mote corner awaiting the arrival of the
secondhand man. the floor was lit
tered with paper. broom was direct
ing operations with a broken umbrella.
1t seemed like a lash to the toilers.
Now let's get through with this
room" he was saying in his most i'm
Polling way. The men will be here
for the boxes at 4. l don't want 'em
to wait. This back room stuff Wen
put in the trunks. Look out there.
Don't you see that nail?"
Eddie Deeyer, with his usual indo-
lence, was seated upon the edge of the
writing table in the corner, smoking
his cigarette and commenting with rash
freedom upon the efforts Of the per-
spring slaves.
How long are you going to keep
these things in the warehouseF' he
asked of broom.
I'm not going to keep them there at
all. They belong to Mr.. Bansemer.
He'll take them out when he has the
time
Hes getting all the time he wants
now. / guess" commented Eddie
Say, talking about time, I'll be TWEEN
ty-one next Tuesday"
''Old enough 10 marry"
Il don't know about that I'm get
ting pretty wise. Do you know, I've
just found out how old Rosie Heating
Is. She's twenty-nine. Gee, it's funny
how a fellow always gets stuck on a
girl older than himself. Still. she's all
right I'm not saying word against
her. She wouldn't be Twenty-Five If
she could help it,
Il suppose it's of between you,
then