Arizona republican., 1910-12-22
The Adventures
MT. Peter Ruff
sY 6. sHILLIes ossENHEiM
I'll Blows the Wind that
 Profits Nobody"

COPYRIGHT, teoq. bN THE PEARSON PUBLISHING CO., There was nothing about the supper party on that particular Sunday eve | ming in November at Daisy Villa. Green | Street. Streatham, which seemed to indicate in any way that one of the ! most interesting careers connected with the world history of crime was 1 10 owe it's very existence 10 the dis
 asjer which befell that little gather
 Ing. The villa was the residence and alSO-to his credit-the unmOTjg gagged property of MT. David Barnes. a struggling but fairly prosperous coal { merchant of excellent character. some ! means, and Methodist proclivijles. His habit of sitting without his coat when carving, although deprecated by
 his wife and daughter on account Of the Seneel aspirations Of the latter, ! was not unusual one in the neigh borhood; and coupled with the prOx-
 unity of a cold joint of beef. his seat
 al the head of the table. and cary ing knife and fork grasped in his hands. established clearly the fact or
 his position m the household. which
 somewhat weak physiognOmy might otherwise have led the casual Ob-
 server 10 doubt. Opposite 70 him, at
 the other end of the table. sat his wife. Mrs. Barnes. a somewhat yOlu-
 minous lady with high color. black satin frOck. and many ornaments. On her left the son of the house. eighteen years old. Of moderate stature. some what pimplW with the fashion Of the
 moment reflected in his pink tie with i white spots. drawn through q gold ! ring. and curyinE outwIrds 10 seek -N h frrrg
 coat. A white uberose n his button ! hole might haze been intended as sort Of compliment 10 she occasion. or aI indication of his iE,n,ioh 70 take wall. after supper in the fashionable purlicUs O. Jhe neighbUrhOOd. Oppo- site 10 him sat his SsieT-a fluffy haired, blue-eyed young lady. pretty in her way. but chiefly noticeable for peculiar sort of sen-cusciousness blended with self-saCisfDctiO and possessed only at a certain period in ,Lcir lives by young ladies of her age. lt was almost the air of The cat in whose interior reposes the missing canary, except that in this instance
 the canary obviously existed in the
 person of the young man who sat al her side. introduced formally 10 the
 household for the first time. That
 young mans name was-at the mo
 ment-Mr Spencer Fitzgerald.
 IL seems idle to attempt any descrip-
 ton of person who. in the past. had secured certain amount of fame under a varying personality: and who
 in the future. was 10 become more
 than ever notorious under a far less aristocratic pseudonym than that Un-
 der which he was at present known tO
 the inhabitants of Daisy Villa. There are photographs of him in New York and Paris. St. Petersburg and Chi cago. Vienna and Cape Town. but
 there are no two pictures which pre- sent 10 the casual observer the slight est likeness 10 one another. To al
 Jude to him by the name under which
 he had won some part. al least. Ot the affections of Miss Maud Barnes. Mr.
 Spencer Fitzgerald. as he sat there. suitor on probation for her hand. was
 a young man of modest and geuteel appearance He wore a blue serge suit "a little undeTdressed for the Occ2- sion. perhaps: but his tie and collar
 were neat: his gold-rimmcd sJectacles if a little disapprOved of by Maui on account of the air of steadinesS
 which they mparted-suggest eN- cellent son-in-lawlike qualities 10 Nr. and Mrs. Barnes. He had jhe promise of a fair mustache. but his complexion generally was colorless. His features, except for a certain regularity. were undistinguished. His speech was mod est and correct His manner varied with his company Tonight it had been pronounced. by excellent judges genteel
 The conversation consisted-natu- rally enough. under the circumstances of a course of subtle and judiciOus pumping. tactfully prompted. for the most part. by Mrs. Barnes. Such, for instance. as the following:
 Talking about Marie COrellis new hook reminds me. Mir. Fitzgerald your occupation is connected with books. is it not?" his prospective mOther-in-law inquired artlessly.
 Mir. Fitzgerald bowed assent
 "I am cashier at Howell 6 Wilson's in Cheapside." he said. We sell a great many books there-as many, l should think. as any retail establish ment in London"
 |" Indeed, Mrs. Barnes purred Very interesting work, I am sure. So nice and intellectual. too; for, of course, you must be looking inside them sometimes"
 "I know the place well" Mir. Adolphus Barnes. Junior. announced condescendingly-" pass it every day on my way to lunch"
 So much nicer" Mrs. Barnes con