The Julesburg grit-advocate., 1910-11-03
CHAPTER %.
A Tenn Telegram.

A Tenn Telegram.
iunched alone at the Gilmore
house. and went back to the city a.
eooo. The sun had lifted the mists.
.xaaA Q fresh summer wind had cleared
9r,way the smoke pail. The boulevard
%as full Of cars flying countryward
for the Saturday halfholiday. toward
golf and tennis. green fields and bab-
bling girls. gritted my teeth and
thought of Mcknight at Richmond.
And then, for the first time. associ-
ated John Gilmore's grandmother
with the West" that Mcknight had
irritably nung at me.
still carried my travelling bag. for
Meningitis vision at the window OF
the empty house had not been without
effect did not transfer the notes to
my pocket, and. II l had. 1t would
not have altered the situation later.
Only the other day Mcknight put
this very thing up to me.
T warned you" he reminded me.
II told you there were queer things
coming. and to be Oh your guard. You
ought to have taken your revolver.
ut would have been Of exactly -
much use as a bucket Of snow in
Africa" l retorted. III had never
closed my eyes. or II I had kept my
finger on the trigger of six-shooter
(Which is novelesque for revolver).
the result would have been the same.
And the next time you want little
excitement with every variety OF thrill
thrown in. l can put you by way OF 1t.
You begin by getting the wrong berth
in a Pullman car, and end"
"Oh, | know how it ends" he I'm.
ished shortly. Don't you suppose the
whole things written on my spinal
marrow"
But am wandering again. That Is
the difficulty with the unprofessional
story-teller: He yaws back and forth
and can't keep In the wind; he drops
his characters overheard when he
hasn't any further use for them and
browns them: he forgets the coffee
pot and the frying pan and Sil the
other small essentials. and. If he car
ries a love affair. he mutters fer
vent Allah be praised" when he
lands them, drenched with adventures.
at the matrimonial dock at the end of
the final chapter
put in a thoroughly unsatisfactory
afternoon. Time dragged eternally. l
dropped into a summer vaudeville. and
bought some ties at haberdashers
I was bored but unexpectant: l had
no premonition of what was to come.
Nothing unusual had ever happened
to me; friends of mine had some
times sailed the high seas Of adven-
ture or skirted the coasts Of chance.
but all of the shipwrecks had occurred
after a woman passenger had been
taken on. Ergo" had always said
mo women!" repeated 1t to my.
self that evening almost savagely,
when l found my thoughts straying
back to the picture Of John Gilmore's
granddaughter even argued as l
ate my solitary dinner at 4 downtown
restaurant.
Haven't you troubles enough" l
reflected, without looking for more?
Hasn't Bad News gone lame, with
matinee race booked for next week?
Otherwise aren't you comfortable?
isn't your house in order? Do you
want to sell a pony In order to have
ii the library done over in mission or
the drawing room in gold? Do you
want somebody to count the empty
cigarette boxes lying around every
morning."
Lay it to the long idle afternoon. to
the new environment, to anything you
like, but began to think that per-
haps l did. was confoundedly lone
~. For the first time in my life its
even course began to waver. The
needle registered warning marks on
the matrimonial seismograph. lines
vague enough. but lines.
My alligator bag lay at my feet.
still locked. While I waited for my
coffee leaned back and surveyed the
people incuriously There were the
usual couples intent on each other;
my new state of mind made me re-
gard them with tolerance. But at the
next table, where man and woman
dined together. different atmosphere
prevailed My attention was first
caught ey the woman's face. She had
been speaking earnestly across the
table, her profile turned to me-. l had
noticed casually her earnest manner,
her somber clothes, and the great
mass of odd. bronze-colored hair on
her neck. But suddenly she glanced
toward me and the utter hopelessness
almost tragedy-of her expression
struck me with a shock. She half
closed her eyes and drew long
breath, then she turned again to the
man across the table.
Neither one was eating. He sat low
tr his chair. his chin on his chest,
ugly folds Of thick flesh protruding
over his collar. He was probably 50.
laid. grotesQue. sullen. and yet not
without suggestion Of power. But he