The Tupelo journal., 1909-06-25

but he had left with him an embrotd-
ter, whom he had admired SO much;
and If it wouldn't be too much trouble
for her to pay a visit to her friend
one of those women she had to- lunch
con, who's at the st. Francis-he
would like to show her several left by
Mr.. Atkins, for her to select one. Then
in the most casual way, he asked after
Mr.. Keatcham's health. l believed he
was improving; had had a very good
night. l fancy it didn't please him,
but he made a good p%retense. Then
he went off into remarks about its be-
ing such a pity Mr.. Atkins had left
Mr.. Keatchem; but he was SO con
scientious, a southern gentleman L
knew; yet he really thought a great
deal still of Keatcham, who had many
fine qualities; only on account of the
unfortunate differences-Atkins was
so proud and sensitive; he was anx
ious to hear, but not for the world
would he have any n know that he
had inquired; so would l be very care
full not to let any one know he had
asked. OF course I would be; l prom
ised effusively; and said l quite under
stood. l think 1 do, too"
"They are keeping tab on us through
Millicent," fumed the colonel. II dare
say she gave it away that Arnold was
! visiting Keatcham at the hotel; and
it wouldn't take Atkins long to piece
out a good deal more, especially if his
| spy overheard Tracy's phone. Well, l
shall warn Millicent-with a fog-horn!"
The way he warned Millicent has
been related. But from Millicent he
DETECTED to another subject-the inn
pulse of confession being strong upon
him. He freed his mind about the
stains on Cary MERGERS cuffs; and.
when al last he sought Millicent he
was in his soul praising his aunt for a
| wise old woman After justice was
disarmed by his miscomprehension OF
| Millicent's words, he took out his
| cigarette case and began pacing the
garden walks, smoking and humming
a little Spanish love song, far older
than the statehood of California.
The words belonged to the air
which he had whistled a weary week
ago. Young Tracy came along, and
caught up the air, although he was
| innocent Of Spanish; he had his man
dolin on his arm; he proffered it to the
colonel.
Miss Janet has been singing coon
songs to his nibs, who is really getting
| almost human" he observed affably;
"well, a little patience and interest
will reveal new possibilities Of the
Fireless Stove! In man or metal.
Shall we get under his nibs' window
and give him the 'Bedouin Love Song
and I Picked Me a Lemon in the Gar
| den of Love and the Sextette from
Lucia and other choice selections? He
seemed to be sitting up and taking no
tice! let's lift him above the sordid
| thoughts of Wall street and his plans
for busting other financiers."
The soldier gave this persi6age no
| answer; his own thoughts were far
from gay. He stood drinking in the
| beauty Of the April night. The air
was wonderfully hushed and clear;
and the play of the moonlight on the
great heliotrope bushes and the rose
trees, which dangled their clusters OF
, yellow and white over the stone para
pets of the balconies, tinted the leaf
age and fickered delicately over the
tracery of shadow on the gray wallss
Not a cloud fecked the vast aerial
landscape-only stars beyond stars,
through unfathomable depths OF dim
violet, and beneath the stars 2 pale
moon swimming low in the heavens;
one could see 1t between the spandrels
OF the arches spanning the colonnade.
Aunt Rebecca In black lace q
jewels was fitting with the world In
general and Millicent Winter In par
ticular: she displayed her most cyni-
cal mood. She had demolished