The Owosso times. (Owosso, Mich.) 1897-1926, 1908-01-03

women.
"Come, wen go home"
Indeed, we will not" she said proud.
". II shall stay and face it out.
have done nothing to run away from,
and I intend to find out what is the
matter"
When he had surrendered her, at the
beginning of the next dance, McNa-
mara sought for some acquaintance
whom he might question. Most of the
men in Nome either hated or feared
him, but he espied one that he thought
ruited his purpose and led him into
forner.
II want you to answer question.
No beating about the bush. Under
stand? I'm blunt, and l want you to
be-"
"All right"
"Your wife has been entertained at
Miss Chester's house. I've seen her
there. Tonight she refuses to speak
to the girl. aShe cut her dead. and /
want to know what it's about"
"How should l known
eff you don't know, I'll ask you to
lind out"
The other shook his head amusedE,
at which Mcnamara flared up.
II say you will, and you'll make
your wife apologize before she leaves
this hall, too, or you'll answer to me,
man to man. / won't stand to have
girl like Miss Chester cold decked by
bunch of mining camp swells, and
that goes as it lies" In his excitement
Mcnamara reverted to his western
idiom.
The other did not reply at once, for 1t
is embarrassing TO deal with a person
who disregards the conventions utterly,
and at the same time has the inclina-
ton and force to compel obedience.
The boss reputation had gone abroad
"Well-er-I know about it in a gen.
eral way, but Of course don't go much
on such things. You'd better let 1T
drop"
go on"
There has been a lot of talk among
the ladies about-well, er-the fact is,
it's that young Glenister. Mrs. Cham
plan had the next stateroom to them
er-him-I should say-on the way up
from the States, and she saw things.
Now, as far as I'm concerned, girl
can do as she pleases, but Mrs. Cham
plan has her own ideas Of propriety.
From what my wife could learn,
there's some truth in the story, too, so
you can't blame her."
With a word Mcnamara could have
explained the gossip and made this
man put his wife right, forcing through
her an elucidation of the silly affair
in such a way as to spare Helen's
feelings and cover the busy tongued
magpies with confusion. Yet he hest
tated. 1t is wise skipper who trims
his sails to every breeze. He thanked
his informant and left him. Entering
the lobby, he saw the girl hurrying
toward him.
"Take me away, quick! 1 want to so
home"
you've changed your mind?'
Eyes, let us CO., she painted, and
when they were outside she walked so
rapidly that he had difficulty in keep
ing pace with her. She was silent, and
he knew better than to question, but
when they arrived at her house he
entered, took off his overcoat and
turned up the light in the tiny parlor.
She flung her wraps over chair,
storming back and forth like little
fury. Her eyes were starry with tears
of anger, her face was flushed, her
hands worked nervously. He leaned
against the mantel, watching her
through his cigar smoke.
"You needn't tell me-" he said at
length. II know all about it,"
IL am glad you do. l never could
repeat what they said. Oh, 1t was
brutalr Her voice caught, and she
bit her lip. what made me ask
them? Why didn't keep still? After
you left l went to those women and
faced them. oh, but they were bru-
tall Yet, why should 1 care" She
stamped her slippered foot
81 shall have to kill that man some
day." he said, flecking his cigar ashes
into the CRATE.
"What manY She stood still and
looked at him.
"Glenister, of course. If 1 had
thought the story would ever reach
you I'd have shut him up long ago"
"It didn't come from him." she cried,
hot with Indignation. Hes a gentle
man. It's that cat, Mrs. Champian."
He shrugged his shoulders the slight
est bit. but it was eloquent, and she
noted it. "Oh, don't mean that he
did II intentionally-he's too decent
chap for that-but anybody's tongue
will wag to beautiful girl! My lady
Malotte is jealous trick"
"Malotte! Who is she?" Helen ques-
toned curiously.
He seemed surprised. II thought ev-
cry one knew who she is. It's just as
well that you don't"
II am sure Mr.. Glenister would not
talk Of me-" There was a pause
who Is Miss MalotteY
He studied for a moment, while she
watched him. What a splendid figure
he made In his evening clothes! The
coy room with its shaded lights en-
HANGED his size and strength and rug
ged outlines. In his eyes was that adj
mIration which women live for. He
lifted his bold, handsome face and met
her gaze.
II had rather leave that for you to