The citizen. [volume] (Berea, Ky.) 1899-1958, 1910-07-14

"Stemp,'" said Mr.. Van Torp, 'Td
been whistling myself. before you
came In, and the lunatic in the next
room had already been fussing about
IL. It's my fault"
Eyes, sir. Thank you, sir"
"And 1t will be my fault II we have
to sleep in a cab tonight"
The door opened while he was
speaking. and Margaret heard the last
words as she entered the room.
I'm sorry" she said. 81 thought you
had finished. could not help hear
ing what you said about sleeping in
cab. That's nonsense. you know"
WELL" said Mr.. Van Torp, they've
Just turned US out Of the one room we
had because whistled 'Parsifap out
Of tune"
You didn't whistle It out OF tune"
Margaret answered, to Stemp's great
but well-concealed establishment. Il
know better. Please have your things
brought here at once"
"Here?" repeated Mr.. Van Torp.
surprised in his turn.
YES" she answered. in a tone that
forestalled contradiction. IF nothing
else can be had you shall have this
room. | can do without It."
You're kindness itself. but I
couldn't do that" said Mr.. Van Torp
Bring our things to this hotel, any
way, Stemp, and Wen see what hap
pens"
yes, sir"
Stemp disappeared at once, and his
master turned to Margaret again.
Nothing will induce me to put you
to such inconvenience" he said, and
his tone was quite as decided as hers
had been.
She smiled.
Nothing will induce me to let a
friend Of mine be driven from pillar
to post for a lodging while l have
plenty of room to sparel"
You're very, very kind. but"
But the mouse may turn into a
tiger IL you contradict IT," she said
with a light laugh that thrilled him
with delight. Il remember your de-
scription OF the Tartar grill"
well, then, I suppose the hyena
will have TO turn into a small woolly
lamb II you tell him to-" answered
Mr.. Torp.
yes" laughed Margaret. BE a
small, woolly lamb at once. please, a
very small onei"
"Knee-high to a kitten; certainly"
replied the millionaire submissively.
Very we'll I'll take you with me
TO hear 'Parsifar tomorrow, II you
obey I've Just asked Mrs. Rushmore
IL II makes any difference to her, and
she has confessed that she would
rather not go again. for It tires her
dreadfully and gives her a headache
You shall have her seat What is Il?
Don't you want to go with me?"
Mr.. Van Torp's face had hardened
till II looked like a mask. he stared
firmly at the wall. and his lips were
set tightly together. Margaret gazed
at him in surprise while be spoke
have counted ten. Tnen he spoke
slowly. with evident effort, and in an
odd voice.
Excuse me, Miss Donne," he said.
swapping his words out. I'm so CRATE
full that | can't speak. that's all. It'll
be all right in a second"
A huge emotion had got hold Of
him. She saw the red flush rise sud
denly above his collar, and then sink
back before IL reached his cheeks.
and all at once he was very pale. But
not a muscle Of his face moved. not a
line was drawn; only his sandy eye
lashes quivered a little His hands
were thrust deep into the pockets Of
his jacket, but the fingers we're mo-
tionless.
Margaret remembered how he had
told her more than once that she was
the only woman the world held for
him, aud she had thought II was non
sense, rather vuigarly and elumsily
expressed by a man who was not
much better than an animal where
women were concerned.
II flashed upon her At last that what
he had said was literally true, that
she had misjudged an extraordinary
man altogether. as many people did.
and that she was indeed the only
Woiudn III lue NuOle NOItu WHO COulO
master and dominate one whom many
feared and hated, and whom she had
herself once detested beyond words.
While these thoughts were disturb
ing her a little, Mr.. Van Torp recov-
cred himself; his features relaxed. his
hands came out of HIS pockets, and
he slowly turned towards her.
Il hope you don't think me rude"
he said awkwardly. II feel things a
good deal sometimes, though people
mightn't believe It,"
They we're still standing near to-
gether. and not far from the door
through which Margaret had entered.
Its never rude to be grateful, even
for small things" she answered
gently.
Her handsome head was a little
bent, and her eyes were turned to the
floor as she passed him going to the
door
I'm going to see the manager of
the hotel" she said. "I1l be back d.
rectly."
mo, mol Please let me-"
But she was gone, the door was
shut again, and Mr.. Van Torp was left