Arizona republican. [volume] (Phoenix, Ariz.) 1890-1930, 1909-05-20

him. He looked up and was glad to
see Merrihew in the doorway.
Been looking for you Jack. Want
your company tonight. Kitty KILL
grew is giving a little bite to eat
after the performance, and has asked
me to bring you along. VIII you
Gomez"
with pleasure, Dan. Are you din
ing with any one tonight?" Hillard
was lonesome.
Yes. A little bridge till eleven"
You're hopeless. l can see you in
limbo, matching coffin plates with
Charon. I'll hunt you up at eleven"
Heard the talk
About what?"
why, some one in the club has
been using the agony column. The
]. HIS are being guyed numerically,
and you'll come in for it presently.
It's a case of wine on the man who
did it,
Hillard felt of his collar and drew
down his cuffs. Probably some
joke" he ventured tentatively.
If it isn't, the man who would
stoop TO such tommyrot and tack the
name of his club to it must be an
ass"
No doubt about that Odd that
this is the first time | have heard
about it." But silently Hillard was
swearing at his folly. There was one
crumb of comfort: the incident would
be forgotten in a few days.
Il may depend upon you tonight,
them" said Merrihew.
Il shall be pleased to meet Miss
Killigrew," which was a white one.
Hillard would have paid court to a
laundress rather than offend Merri
hew.
And promptly at eleven he went up
to the card room and dragged Merri-
hew away. Merrihew gave up his
chair reluctantly. He was winning.
He would have been just as reluctant,
however, had he been losing. The
amateur gambler never wants to stop.
on the way to the Killigrew apart
ment, Merrihew's moods varied. AT
one moment he was on the heights. at
the next in the depths. He simply
could not live without Kitty. Per-
haps if this trip abroad turned out
badly she might change her mind.
Seven thousand could be made to
1
making his friend a confidant of his
own affair; but he realized that, while
Merrihew was to be trusted in all
things, it was not yet time
He found a pleasing and diverting
company. There was Mere Killigrew
a quaint little old lady who deplored
her daughters occupation, but admit
ted that without her success, Heaven
only knew how they would get along
There was the genial Thomas O'Mally
a low comedian Of genuine ability,
whom Hillard knew casually; Smith.
a light comedian; and Worth, a mod
erately successful baritone to whom
Hillard took one of those instant and
unaccountable dislikes. These three
and Kitty were going abroad. And
there We're several members of The
Modern Maid company, which went
on tour tho following Monday
Kitty fancied HiIlard from the
start; and he on his side found her
well educated, witty and unaffected.
She was even prettier than her pho
tograph. Merrihew's face beamed up
on them both. in a kind of behedic-
ton He had known all along that
once Jack saw Kitty, he would be-
come a good ally in fighting down
her objections.
Think of singing in italy," cried
Kitty Isn't it just wonderful"
And has Merrihew told you to
get a return ticket before you sail?'
with half a jest.
Don't you think it will be success
ful?" shade of disappointment.
There will be thousands of lonesome
Americans over there. out of patriot
ism, if for nothing else, they ought
to come and see US"
They certainly ought to. But I'm
an old kill-jOy."