The Richfield recorder. (Richfield, Idaho) 1909-1931, 1909-04-22


whole nights sleep"
Miss Kilroy commenced transcrlbine
her notes TRANQUILITY. Hes relegated
to the past" she declared airily. "His
song is sung"
The elevator boy stuck his head
through the doorway. There are two
queer looking females, fixed up in some
kind of foreign trappings, that want to
see Miss Kilroy," he announced
"Show them In, Tommy-that is, If
you don't mind. Mr.. Grantley" She
looked at him inquiringly.
"Not at all. l will step into the ad-
joining room If they will be embar-
raised, or I'll listen to your style in In
terviewing" he said teasingly.
Miss Kilroy smiled when her visitors
entered in the very evident throes of
formality. ooh, it's you, is it, Zulieka,
and your pretty daughter"
The old woman smiled and nodded
until her ear pendants jingled. "We
come see maiden like dawn" she an
nounced genially.
Miss KilrOy remembered the origin
of the compliment and had the grace
to blush. did you come to tell me
some more about your beautiful coun-
tryY" she asked graciously.
The woman shook her head. "Come
to tell-a you of my son." she beamed.
HAS he succeeded In getting a posi-
tion?" interestedly.
mo, not on the work we come, is 1t,
Hareede| She appealed to her daugh-
ter delightedly.
The girls black eyes glowed with i'm
portance. We've women-it is al
ways So" she explained ingratiatingly,
''it is for US to tell the fair one that
she is beloved
San you marry my son-yesY" broke
in the mother eagerly.
Miss Kilroy sank back in her chair
weakly. "Of all things she gasped.
you Ikea my son" urged Zulieka,
leaning over and patting caressingly
the limp hand of the object of her sons
affection.
Miss Kilroy looked dazed. IL can't
marry your son." she announced feebly.
"But my sonny son! He Ikea you,
he marry you. The way you smile
make him happy. 1 ask you to marry
my sonr" her gestures expressing a fer
vent solicitude that exceeded her vo-
"But / don't want to marry your son.
I-hate your sonw declared Miss Kill
roy desperately.
The eyes of the two matrimonial
agents flashed and their voices rose an
grily Miss Kilroy put her blond head
upon the desk and sobbed. Grantley |
considered this an suspicious moment |
for interference. He rose and spoke
dandy to the mother, who stood pant
ing with indignation at the slight to
ler offspring.
"It is perhaps best for me to explain
he situation, madam" and he bowed
them with an idea that he had
earned his manners In foreign court
,ircles. ut is not that Miss Kilroy
corns your son; 1t is that He
ledged for time to invent something
oothingly plausible. at is only that
-ou have come too late Miss Kilroy
S already betrothed" he added grave
y, "and therefore expresses regret that
he cannot consider your son."
The blond head of the sociological
Investigator was raised abruptly from
be desk. Zulieka, however, repeated
ncomprehendingly "BetrothedT
GRAVITY said slowly, "Betrothed-af-
anced-to be wed-espousa," he added
The mother and sister Of the reject
looked at each other with a flash of
understanding. "Ah-h" they breathed.
ITO me-to me-. Grantley tapped {
is breast convincingly :
The woman's face was again wreath
i In smiles. 81 tell-a my son. tell-a {
i'm that the beautiful maid not strong
} cook-to wash. He marry Syrian {
Ow. May the rising sun forever kiss I
our hair, mees, and may your chill 6
rem be as many as the pomegranite g
ed" she said to Grantley with grow :
e cordially.
When the door closed behind them
rantley stood with his feet apart and
s hands In his pockets, according to
e method of meditating man. =.
''By Jove" he said finally. J
A slight sniff was Miss Kilroy's only :
toward relieving the awk-
ardness Of the situation.
Were engaged" he announced
eerfully.
You're bruter' she answered chok- ;,
gly =
Il must say your interviews are con- s,
cted upon rather original lines" he h
Used. ~
Miss Kilroy's shoulders were shrug- h
d resentfully. "I'll never interview G
other foreigner so long as l live" W
e declared. IN
Certainly you must give that up 81
len we are married." he suggested, 81
Wrinkle in his eye.
'he showed for an instant pair of
lignant, fearful eyes. 1--WE are not
gagged" she declared stormily, and
: head went back to cover Of the te