Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1910-06-13

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grandfather; that would be bad faith to
the colonel: but-Um..-I might do ii for
you. That would be different
He looked at her kindly. enjoying her
justification.
Il will tell you this. just as favor to
you and because-because you are not
afraid of Wayne Craighill I'll tell you
that the claim against the Sand Creek
property is good in law. Wayne knows
it: the coloners lawyer told him so; but
the colonel is so high and mighty that he
doesn't want to pay any attention to it.
He's great negotiator, the colonel; he
wants to wait until Mr.. Gregory sets real
hungry. then fix it up with him in a large
spirit Of generosity-do the noble thing
for an old friend in adversely. But this
Is treason, young woman, right here I'm
the coloners own house. Your grandpa
had better take Waynes offer. / think
we'll move over there with the others.
He rose in his heavy fashion and Wing
field. who had been waiting his oppor-
tunity. sat down beside Jean. Wingfield's
race showed the least annoyance when.
moment later. having seen that Mrs.
Craighill and Walsh were taking care of
themselves. Wayne drew in beside him.
It's well you joined us: we We're about
to say the most dreadful things of you.
weren't we. Miss Morley? But now Wen
discuss the diplodocus I'm the museum,
the greatest Of Pittsburg topics. Mrs.
Craighill has just been telling me of your
studies. Can you enlfghten me as to
whether you students of the graphic arts
really take an interest I'm music-and the
other way around? l have my doubts of
1t: one arts enough at a time
"Oh. the students at the institute all go
to the concerts because they like music
and 1t helps. went to the Wagner mat
inee and 1t quite inspired me; l wasn't
SO bad for several days"
"Ah, you were there at the matinee! I
had expected to go myself. but my nerves
had been screwed up like fiddle string
by the rumor that the harpist was
threatened with felon on her thumb: /
couldn't have stood that. The troubles
Of an orchestra are innumerable. l assure
you. Miss Morley. I'm always bailing out
some fiddler who has beaten his wife.
And the oboe is dreadful instrument:
they say men who elect 1T as their life
work always go inSane-the strain of pip
ing into so small a hole bursts blood yes
sells in the brain. Think of a man giving
his whole life to perfecting himself on an
instrument that sends him. just as he
pipes his most perfect note, to a mad
house for his pains"
For madhouse you might substitute
JAIL remarked Wayne. THE oboe is
not my favOrite instrument
You don't know an oboe from a parlor
melodeon. Please don't take Mr.. Craig
hills musical criticisms seriously. Miss
Morley. He and I are on the program
committee-perhaps it's only fair to the
rest of the community to say that we
are it! We wrestle with the conductor
about what we shall give the dear peo-
pie, and because we don't give request
programs every time with Sousa and Bee
thoven hashed together, the newspapers
jump on us hard
When at 10 O'Clock the door closed upon
she was tired and carried Jean off to bed.
Wayne understood perfectly, however.
that he was to await Mrs. Craighill's
further pleasure. and he lighted a cigar
and made himself comfortable before the
fire. In a few minutes he heard the muir
entered quickly with accusation in her
eyes. He rose and leaned against the
mantelshelf She was very angry in her
pretty, pouting way. She flung herself
into chair and broke out at once:
What do you think of that? Wasn't
the girl enough without those two men?
The most hateful. hideous persons / ever
met"
But. Addie. you don't suppose I asked
them here? You've got to be reasonable
about this. The girl was unfortunate:
but If we hadn't picked her up we should
have been in box il these men had
come here. 1t strikes me that were in
the greatest luck
That man Walsh doesn't go to peoples
houses; he's malevolent old fellow; he
has the most dreadful eyes I ever saw.
And your friend Wingfeld. how often
year? 1 doubt if he was ever here be-
fore. You told him I was away, didn't
you? Please answer me that!'
why, yes Addie, believe I did, and
he paused blankly. There was no doubt
but that he had told Wingield of Mrs.
CraighilTs absence that morning when he
fully believed that she had gone; but that
fact only added plausibiity to Wing
fields story that he and Walsh had been
driving and had dropped in for brief
respite from the storm. Wingheid did
the most unaccountable things; this was
undoubtedly one of them. Having said
as much. he felt that the matter might be
dropped, but the evidence in rebuttal was
hill picked up four visiting cards and
held them out for his inspection.
They asked for your father and me
at the door, called the maid upstairs to
ask. Why do you suppose they did that
if they just came in here to get warm o.
to see your
MY dear Addie. it's as plain as day
light that they were driving: that Wing
field-its just like him-got cold. and
Walsh suggested that they come into the
you simply don't know Dick-hes the
most formal person alive. And when you
come to think of it he did the right thing
in asking for everybody. If were all
in Egypt and Dick stopped at the house
to warm himself he would leave his
cards. He would have feeling about IT;
Dicks fellow of nice feeling: and be-
sides, it would only be decent to the ser
wants. Please don't worry over this.
You're attributing motives to those fell
lows that are beneath them Do you
suppose they would have turned up here
tonight if they had thought you and I
were just sitting here playing checkers
together. Not on your life. Addie! And
assuming for an instant the preposterous
idea that they came thinking We were
cheap when they found that you had a
wong lady guest in the house. There
nothing to trouble over, I tell YOU.
IT like your cheerful way of disposing
OF the whole business. 1t doesn't seem
to me so easy as you think! Did you ever
hear Of those men going calling together
before? l don't believe you ever did"
well. there are lots of things l don't
know about Walsh, and Wingfield, too, |
for that matter. Dicks always studying |
He's as bad as Fanny for !,
fads, though he chases his in gum shoes; |
and just now he thinks he's struck a new !
type in Walsh. Oh, Lord, but it's funny! |
It's a cinch that Walsh has Dick under |
the microscope. Those fellows going |
sleigh riding Is too sweetly pastoral for |
any use. It's enough to make Walsh's |
laugh"
Mrs. Craighill shrugged her shoulders |
and her eyes frightened with a reminding |
of her anger, colored now by what SEEM |
ed to be a genuine fear.
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