Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1910-04-30

'.No, you don't. You have learned" !
said. trying to control my excitement,
nothing. Whoever hired you for a
spy lost the money. You don't know
anything
81 don'tw And with that his voice
went to a half shrek. Maybe you
think I'm down here FIR my health;
maybe you think l come out f'r a
pleasant walk in the woods right now;
maybe you think amt seen no other
lady friend o. yours besides this'n to
day, and maybe didn't see who was
with, her-yes, an maybe you think
I d'know no other times he's ben with
her; maybe you think amt ben
layin' low over at Dives; maybe
don't know a few real names in this
neighborhood. Oh, no. maybe not"
you know what the maitre d'hotel
told you. nothing more"
"How about the name-Oliver SAT-
frenY' he cried fiercely. and at that,
though had expected it, uttered an
Involuntary exclamation.
"How about it?' he shouted. adj
yancing toward me triumphantly
shaking his forefinger in my face.
"Hey? That stings some. does it?
Sounds kind o like false name. does
it? Got We where the hair is short
that time. didn't 1? Your sides where
the trouble, is. That's what's eatin'
intosyou. An tell you flatfoot you're
gittin' rough 18th me and playin'
Charley the Show-otf in front O yer
lady friends II all go down In the bill.
These people we've got so chummy
with-they'll pay FIR it all right. don't
you shed no tears over that
"You couldn't by any possibility"
said delibera tely. with as much satire
as I could command-"you couldn't
possibly mean that any sum OF mere
money might be q salve for the In
She moved With me, both of us walk
ing backward. l began:
"For a day like this, with all the
color in the trees themselves and so
very little in the air
There came an interruption, a voice
of unpleasant and wiry nasality, speak
ing from behind us.
well, well." it said. $50 here we
are again.
/ faced about and beheld. just emerg-
ed from bypath, a fox faced young
man whose light, we'll poised figure
was jauntily clad in gray serge, with
scarlet waistcoat and tie. white shoes
upon his feet and white hat gayly
beribboned upon his head A recollec-
ton of the dusky road and group OF
people about Pere Baudrys lamplit
door flickered across my mind.
'The historical tourist" exclaimed.
1.-THE highly pedestrian tripper from
Trouviller'
You got me right, m'dear friend"
he replied with condescension, Il rec
leck meetin' you perfect"
''And I was interested to learn" said
I, carefully observing the effect of my
words upon him. that you had been
to Les Trois Pigeons, after all. Per
haps might put it, you had been
through Les Trois Pigeons. for the
maitre d'hotel Informed me you had in
ScSllSdteO every SOAAS4-tAoS NoSA
locked"
Sure" he returned, with rather less
embarrassment than brazen Vishnu
would have exhibited under the same
circumstances. ''He showed me what
pitchers they was in your studio. I'll
lux 'em over again fer We one Of
these days. Some of 'em was right
gud.''
"You will be visiting near enough
for me to avail myself Of the oppor.
tunity?' 10.
Fright in the Pigeon house, my
friend. I've just come down t'put il
few days there" he responded coolly.
''They's young Teller in this neigh.
borhood / take kind O. family inter
est in.''
''Who is that?' asked quickly.
For answer he produced the effect OF
laugh by widening and lifting one
side of his mouth, leaving the other
meantime rigid.
Don lemme int'rup' the conv'sation
with yer lady FRIEND" he said win
ningly. What they call 'talkin' high
arts wasn't it? I'd like to hear
some"
Go Be Continued.)