Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1910-07-08
WHEN A MAN MARRLES
By MARY = Author OF
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RINEHART "The Man In Lowey Ten"
Convrebt The Bobbs Merrill
Correspondents Department.
Copyright 1909
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CHAPTER VIII.

the quarantine and later were pre-
sented to me by their writer's. bound in
white kid (the letters, not the authors,
of course).
From Thomas HARRISON, late Engineer
of Bridges, Peruvian Trunk Lines,
South America, to Henry LIewelIyn,
care of Union Nitrate Company,
lquique, Chilli.
Dear Old Man:
l think 1 was fully a week trying to
drive out of my mind my last glimpse
of you with your sickly grin, pretend
ing to be tickled to pieces that the only
white man within two hundred miles
of your shack was going on holiday.
the rail of the steamer, on the way up,
and see you standing as l left you be-
side the car with it's mule and the In
dian driver, and behind you a million
miles of soul destroying pampa. New
er mind, Jack; l sent yesterday by
mail steamer the cigarettes, pipes and
tobacco, canned goods and poker chips.
Put in some magazines, too, and the
collars Don't know about the ties
guess it won't matter down there.
Nothing happened on the trip. One
of the engines broke down three days
out, and l spent all my time below
decks for forty eight hours. Chief en-
gineer raving with d. It's. Got the en-
gine fixed in record time, and haven't
got my hands clean yet. 1t was bully
With this 1 send the papers, which
will tell you how happen to be here,
and why have leisure to write you
three days after landing. If the situa-
tion were not so ridiculous, 1t would
be maddening. Here l am, off for a
holiday and congratulating myself that
1 am foot free and heart free-yes,
my friend, heart free-here l am, shut
in the house of a man l never saw
until last night, and wouldn't care if
/ never saw again, with lot of people
who never heard of me, who are almost
equally vague about South America,
who play as hard at bridge as 1 ever
worked at building one Qorgive this,
won't you? the novelty has gone to my
head), and who belong to the very
class of extravagant. luXury-loving,
non producing parasites Qsnt that
what we called them?) that you and
used to revile from our lofty Andean
pinnacle.
To come down to earth: here we are,
six women and five men. including
policeman, not a servant in the house,
and no one who knows how to do any
thing. They are really immensely in
teresting, these people: they all know
each other very well, and it is Jimmy
here, and "Dar there-Dallas Brown,
who went to India with me; you re-
member my speaking of him-and they
are good -natured, too, except at meal
times. The little hostess, Mrs. Wilson,
took over the cooking, and although
luncheon was better than breakfast,
the food still leaves much TO the imag-
ination.
l wish YOU could see this Mrs. Will
son, Hal. You would change a whole
lot of your ideas. She is a thorough
of her beauty is the result of the eX-
uuisite care about which you and /
still from our Andean pinnacle-used
to rant. But the fact is, she is more
than that. She has fire, and pluck, no
end. If you could have seen her this
morning, standing in front of a cold
kitchen range, determined to con-
quer it, and had seen the tilt of her
chin when l offered to take over the
cooking-you needn't grin; | can cook,
and you know it-you would under
stand what l mean. 1t was so clear
that she was paralyzed with fright at
the idea of getting breakfast. and
equally clear that she meant to do it,
BY the way. l have learned that her
name was McNair before she married
this would-be artist, Wilson, and that
she is a daughter of the McNair who
financed the Callao branch!
I have not met the others so inti-
mately. There are two sisters named
Mercer. inclined TO be noisy-they are
piaying roulette in the next room now.
one is small and dark. almost Hebraic
in type, named Leila and called Lollie.
The other. larger, very blonde and Ian
gushing, and with a decided prefer
ence for masculine society, even, saw
ing the mark, mine! Dallas Browns
wife. good looking, smokes cigarettes
when | am not around-they all do, en-
cept Mrs. Wilson. Then there is a
maiden aunt, who is i'll today with
grippe and excitement, and a Miss
Knowles. who came for moment last
night to see Mrs. Wilson. was caught
in the quarantine (see papers), and.
after hiding all night in the basement,
is sulking all day in her room. Her
presence created an excitement out OF
all proportion to the apparent cause.
From the fact that l have reason TO
know that my artist host and his beau
tiful wife are on bad terms, and from
the significant glances with which the
announcement of Miss Knowles pres
ence was met, the state OF analrS
seems rather clear. Wilson impresses
me as a spineless sort, anyhow, ana
when the lady of the basement smut
herself away from the rest today and
happened on Jimmy" as they call
him. pleading with her through the
door, | very nearly kicked him down
the stairs Oh, yes, I'll keep out. right
enough. it isn't my affair.
Rv the way. after quarantine and
with the policeman locked in the fur
nare-room, a pearl necklace and dia-
mond bracelet were stolen. Just ten
of us to divide the suspici"n' Upon
nv word. Hal, it's the queerest sltua-
ton | ever heard of. Which of us did
it? l make a guess that not few OF
MS are fools. but which is the knave?
The worst of it is. | am the only unac-
credited member of the household!
This is more scandal than ever
wrote in my life. Lay it I" circum-
scribed environment, and the lack OF