The star and Newark advertiser. [volume] (Newark, N.J.) 1908-1909, 1908-06-30

How nice he had been to her-how
gentle and courteous! h had felt all
along that Patsy had misjudged him.
Patsy, anyhow, was suspicious of every
man who was nice, and was always
preaching instead of minding her own
business. 1t was strange, though, that
he should have made her sign her
fathers name to that note. She Won
dered whether he had not lone so SIM
ply to humor her because she had in
sisted upon having he debt regarded
as a business matter. She inclined TO
the belief that he had, and that 1t was
not, after all, such a serious thing as
Patsy had tried to make out. Why
should he, who had proved that he was
her friend, seek to injure her? There
was no doubt, however, that she had
done wrong In signing her fathers
name, and 1t was imperative that she
should procure the note and destroy it..
She was sure Mr.. Crawford would give
1t to her for the asking. He vas SO
good. True, he had kissed her hands
and her eyes, and she was far from
being sure that this was the proper
way for a gentleman to treat a young
girl, but he had done it in such a kind
ly, fatherly way that she could not feel
offended. Moreover, 1t proved one
thing-that he liked her very, very
much. She considered this quite natu-
raj, for was she not -pretty-much
better looking than most of the girls
she knew? And she supposed that all
real gentlemen who married girls boz
gan by making low in that manner
The kissing of hands, at all events,
entered largely into counting as it was
done in plays.
At last she heard the other door slam,
and, looking into the glass to see that
she was all right Inc adjusting her
hair with a few deft touches of her
fingers, she opened the bedroom door to
emerge. There, almost within touch,
but with his back turned to her, stood
Mallory, lighting his cigar. Her heart
stopped beating, and she nearly tainted.
Her hand was still IN the handle, how
ever, and she had sufficient presence OF
mind to pull the door to swiftly. She
thought that Dan had seen her, and she
stood back, with blanched face and
dilated eyes, waiting for what would
follow.
Nothing happened, however, and she
soon satisfied herself that he had not
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nerves were so unstrung by the mar
row escape and the emotions of the
evening hat she had out one desire
to get out and away from the place as
quickly as possible.
When Crawford returned to his den
after escortlng Mallory to the door he
paused before rejoining Nora to con-
slider what he should do. He had been
- 1t -1~-A1 xxfhnn tho
marplot of a Mallory had interrupted
him by his unwelcome visit. p
He pressed a button beside the fire.
place, and Rogers appeared.
IT want a nice little supper for two
at once said Crawford. Fix it on
this little table. 1t will be cozier than
on the large one"
Every good, sir. What would you
like, STRIP asked the valet.
II don't know" unused Crawford.
what would you suggest-birds?"
Hardly, sir. You've got to be edu-
Gated up to birds. I should say a
chicken salad, ice cream and a sweet
champagne would be about the mark
Of this young lady, sir"
"Rogers, you know I couldn't stom-
ach that truck in a thousand years."
"No, sir; certainly not, sir" ac-
qulesced the man obediently.
"Bouches a la rein-I know they have
some ready-accessories, a bottle of
that Chateau Margaux and some
champagne, usual kind" ordered Craw-
ford. !
Then he went to the bedroom door
and opened it.
Come on" he said. TITS all right"
He offered her his arm with a play
full air, but she walked past him.. He
saw that she was shivering almost
crying.
II can't stay any longer, Mr.. Craw-
fcrd," she told him. please give mo
the note and let me 60"
why" he said, you are cold, Poor
little girl! That fellow scared the life
out of you. Sit here by the fire a min
ute. I'll give you something to warm
you up" y
mo; please let me go. I can't stay.
really. I'm sick, and I want to 60
home. I'll come back some other night.
ON purpose to see you"
She looked at him appealingly.
at wouldn't for a minute think of
letting you go in such a condition, he
insisted, arranging the cushion in the
chair and drawing the latter close to
the. fire. You can wait a few minutes.
surely, until you have had time to pull
yourself together" z
"And will you give the note?" she
asked anxiously.
"Why, that'll be all right" he ass
sured her. ut isn't the note I care
about. it's you"
She seated herself reluctantly, and
he went to the sofa, gathered up an
armful Of cushions and piled them
under her feet. so that they were IN a
level with the logs.
"There!" he exclaimed, with a boyish
exuberance that caused her to smile
in spite of herself.
Then he poured out some Scotch
whiskey, squirted a little seltzer In it
and held the beverage to her lips.
She demurred.
mo; I never touch liquor" she said.
But you must" he coaxed gayly.
ITS medicine. I'm the doctor and you
have to obey orders"
She drank a little. and he gave her
the glass, which she held in her lap.
The stuff did not taste unpleasant or
too strong.
There's no occasion for you to
hurry" Crawford urged. TT isn't 8
o'clock yet. You don't have to go
back to the theatre-I told you I'd fix
thai All your folks are there. and if