The Breckenridge news. (Cloverport, Ky.) 1876-1955, 1908-09-16

IL ~ at Yale. 1t had been a
GO 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 he fully realized it. SO I'M
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 he hung out
his shingle i'm disqualification r.
Rigby, Attorney at Law"-he lost his
identity even among his classmates. 1t
was weeks before the fact became gen
orally known that it was Bobby who
waited for clients behind the deceptive
shingle.
The indulgent aunt who had supplied
him with funds in college was rich in
business blocks and apartment build
ings, and now Mr.. Robertson II. Rigby
was her man of affairs When he went
I'm 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 he 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 lie had slept but little
the night before, and all on account Of
4 certain, or rather uncertain, Miss
Clegg That petite and aggravating
young woman had been especially eX-
asperating 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 i'm her cOnstancy Never
before had she shown such signs Of
huctuating lie could not understand
tin fact, he dared not understand it.
"She was a most annoying young per-
son." said Mr. Rigby to himself wrath
fully more than once after he went to
bed that night. Anyhow, he could not
see what there was about Howard
Medford for any girl to cOuntenance,
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 for
the third time, may l interrupt your
conversation with Mr. Deeyer long
enough to ask a question that has been
on my mind TOR twenty minutes|
Mr.. Deever was the raw young gen.
tleman who read law in the office of
Judge Smith next door. Bobby main
tanned that if he read law at all it was
at night, for he was too busy with 9th
er occupations during the day.
Miss Heating, startled, turned round
about promptly Yes, sir" at last
came from the pert young woman near
the window.
Il guess I'll be going" said Mr.. Dee
yer resentfully, rising slowly from the
SIDE Of her desk on which he had been
Longing
"Wait a minute, Eddie" protested
Miss Heating. What's your hurry"
And then she almost snapped out,
"What is it. Mr.. Rigby|
u merely wanted to ask If you have
sufficient time TO let me dictate a few
short letters that ought TO 20 out to-
day" said Bobby sarcastically. And
then added with mock apology: Don't
move, Mr.. Deeyer. If you're not in
Miss Keating's way, you're certainly
not in mine"
"a great josher" that young woman
was heard to comment admiringly.
"You may wake up some morning to
find that I'm not" said Bobby sOberly.
Whereupon Miss Heating rose and
strobe to the other end Of the room and
took her place beside Bobby's desk.
Bobby dictated half dozen incense
quential letters before coming to the
one which troubled him most. For
many minutes he stared rehectively at
the typewritten message from New
York. Miss Heating frowned severely
and tapped her little foot somewhat
impatiently on the floor. But Bobby
would not be hurried. His reflections
were too serious. This letter from
New York had come with force suf-
hcient to drive out even the indignant
thoughts concerning one Miss Clegg.
Bor the life of him Bobby RiRhy could