Atlanta semi-weekly journal. (Atlanta, Ga.) 1898-1920, 1909-06-01

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and moved toward the door.
O'Ferral followed him.
They're probably i'm the card room"
said he. I'm take you up. D'you know
the fellow?"
| ouaintance hurriedIy told him the sto-
ed.
'T'H have to take with j. j." he growl-
ed. about bringing a loafer of that sort
here. But keep cool. Steve. Don't lose
your temper. 1t may not have been the
same girl"
The card room. however. was empty,
and Meth Cornoyer nor the other was TO
be seen in the library.
| Billiard ROOM" said O'Ferral. and they
dived downstairs again; but with no bet
ter result.
! Quaintance uttered a grunt Of disgust
when the hall boy said that Mr.. Cornoy-
err and his friend had gone, and when.
on an inspiration. he turned up the visi-
| tors book. he gave vent TO still louder
! ejaculation, one still more strongly indie
/ alive OF disconnected surprise.
1 O'Ferral came across to him, and, peer
ing over his shoulder. read line at the
foot Of a full page, which said:
stephen Quaintance-introduced by J.
]. COrnOyer"
He turned. to look wryly at O'Ferral,
and O'Ferral forehead wrinkled, return
/ ed his glance with just a suspicion of
lurking smile. Quaintance closed the book.
The two turned upstairs again, and
scarcely had they disappeared when Cor
meyer came in.
| "A nice sort of namesake, Stevew COM
mented O'Ferral. steering his friend to-
ward a quiet corner. It's probably just
as well that-Here's ]. ]. again! Let's
1 alt
( well, j. J.? You're hice sort or
Cornoyer came forward. his face ex-
pressing most abject penitence.
| 81 have put my foot into the hot water,
right up to the elbow" said he once
more. ''but 1 did not know that he was
not a gentleman. And so 1 asked him
here to luncheon. And IL was not possible
then to turn him away from the door.
But have given him the mitt, O'Ferral,
as quick as / could"
"Au right, I'm not complaining. But
/ since he was here I wish you had kept
him a few minutes longer. Qu-er-New-
man wanted a few words with him."
IT couldn't help hearing some part Of
1 his conversation" said Quaintance
What was the end of his story about
some girl he met in a motor?"
Cornoyer looked much relieved. His fea-
lures instantaneousy changed to a mask
of the most profound contempt.
"Pan!" said he. He told me she kiss
i ed him-and he let her CO."
| Quaintaince's face flushed darkly.
''D'you know where he lives?" he de-
manded.
TEL us all you know about him, ].
j." supplemented O'Ferral.
But the information to be obtained from
Cornoyer was all too meager and QuAin-
lance had to forego, for the present, his
almost overpowering ambition to thrash
his unworthy namesake.
| Cornoyer had come across him, he sor-
/ rowfully explained, at an all-night cafe
/ uptown. They two had been simulta-
neously inspired to improved on the pro-
/ gram, but, the management not APPROX
/ ing Of their impromtu duet, they had
been harshly required to discontinue. Up
/ on their failing to do so. the police had
been appealed to, and had proved some
what rough and ready. Cornoyer had ac-
\ quired a black eye. The other had raj
| lied calamity to his assistance. They
/ had both spent the rest of the night in
/ Jail.
But I did not know at the first that
/ he was not a gentleman" repeated Cor
noyer in apologize conclusion, and wrig
gled disconsolately in his armchair.
You're a pernicious young scoundrel."
4 OFerral told him severely, mo sooner
| OUT VI Ouc IMAM YOU AE AAAAO an
other. But suppose I'll have to forgive
you once more"
He laughed as the others face sudden
ly lit up in dazzling smile. mind you
don't do it again." he added. And II
4 you see any more of that fellow let me
/ know without delay"
ION the instant" Cornoyer promised
| sOlemnly and so escaped.
"Pernicious young scoundrel!" repeated
O'Ferral as he fed. 81 proposed him
/ here, and 1 don't want TO get him into
| trouble. He was a great chum of mine
| in Paris, and he's going back next week.
II you're ever over, Steve, look him up.
4 What he doesn't know about that gay
village isn't worth knowing. and he's one
/ Of the Four Hundred there.
mo Paris for me-" said Quaintance
\ contentedly. "Pve lots to occupy me in
New York-and Long Island. 1t must
have been she. I'll look for here there
first. anyhow
o'Ferral did not answer. and they sat
smoking silently for some time ere he
spoke.
1--WE been thinking over the story you
told me. Steve, and the only weak spot
1 can see in your scheme is that the dead
man might never be found"
Then my death would be assumed by
default in due couse," his friend argued.
miles Quaintance's lawyers will trace
/ all my movements. The officers at Fort
Bretonnet will testify that 1 received the
| only letter they had for me and then
went west, into cannibal country. 1 fail
to turn up again. The inference is OBJ
| vious."
But what would you do II someone else
came forward to claim what you've Civ
en- up Voluntarily" O'Ferral asked. THE
lawyers Will no doubt advertise, and
| suppose for the sake Of argument that
CornOyer's friend took a fancy to act
| and the corpse came to life"
| Quaintance threw back his head and
let three smoke rings slip from his lips
ere he answered.
/ That's the most absurd superstition I've
heard for some time. But, in any case,
I've made 'smy discard. Whatever may
happen now 1 must play out the hand
hold"
He laughed. lightheartedly.
1T would give Cornoyer a worse pain"
said he. Ito think that he had been en-
tertaining a corpse at his club"
CHAPTER VII.
Mr.. Arendsen. of Duane Street, Sends
for the Police
Cornoyer had hurriedly got rid of his