The Whitefish pilot. [volume] (Whitefish, Mont.) 1904-current, 1910-03-24

I'll wager. Here ! pour all my adyen-
lures into your ear. and on my side
never so much as get hint Of yours.
Go on. read it."
Adventures. fiddlesticks! The letter
can wait. 1t is probably BILL
"A bill in fashionable envelope like
that?'
Hillard only smiled, tipped the era
die and refilled Merrihew's glass with
some excellent Romance Cont. when
does Kitty sail?' he asked after awhile
of silence.
"A week from this Saturday, Feb. 2.
What the deuce did you bring IN that
for? I've been trying to forget it,
"Where do they land?'
NAPLES. They open in Rome the
first week in March. All the arrange
ments are complete" After coffee
Merrihew pushed back his chair. 'T'll
reserve a table in the billiard room
while you read your letter."
I'll be with you shortly" CRATE
fully.
So with the inevitable black cigar
between his teeth Merrihew sauntered
off toward the billiard room. while
billiard picked up his letter and
studied 1t. His fingers trembled slight
~ as he tore open the envelope. The
handwriting. the paper. the modest
size. all these pointed to woman Of
culture and refinement. But a subtle
spirit of irony pervaded it all. She
would never have answered his print
ed inquiry had she not laughed over
it. for pinned to the top of the letter
was the clipping. the stupid. banal
clipping: will the lady who sang
from Mime. Angot' communicate with
gentleman who leaned out Of the win
dow? ]. H.. Burgomaster club
There was neither formal beginning
nor formal ending, only four crisp
lines. But these implied one thing
and distinctly-the writer had no de-
sire for further communication with
gentleman who leaned out Of the win
dow" He read and reread slowly:
am sorry to learn that my singing dis
turbed YOU There was a reason. At that
particular moment 1 was happy.
That was all. 1t was enough. She
had laughed. She was lady humor.
ously inclined. not to say mischievous
A comic opera star would have sent
her press agent round to see what ad
vertising could be got out Of the Incl
dent: prima donna would have ap
pealed to her primo tenor for the
same purpose. A gentlewoman surely
moreover. she lived within the radius
the official radius. Of the Madiso,
square branch Of the postoffice, fol
such was the postmark. Common
sense urged him to dismiss the whole
affair and laugh over it as 1.-The lady
in the fog had done. But common
sense often goes about with a pedant'!
strut and is something to avoid on &C
casions. Here was a harmless pastimt
to pursue. common sense notwith
, standing. The vein Of romance in hin
was strong, and all the commercial
| blood of his father could not subju
gate it. He rang for paper and :
messenger and wrote: Mime Ango
There is letter for you in tn
. mail department of this Office" Thi
) time his initials were not necessary
Once the message was on it's way b
sought Merrihew. whom he found
t knocking the balls about in a spiritles!
manner
} "a hundred to seventy-five. DAN"
) "For what?'
y "For the mere fun Of the game, O.
course"
/ snake 1t cigars. just to add inter
est"
"Cigars, then"
But they both played very indi1
4 ferent game At 1920 Merrihew'
}. eyes began to haunt the clock, and Hi
=. lard grew merciful for various res
!, sons.
e "What time does the performanc
|. end?" he asked.
o AT 1880, but it takes about twent
t minutes to scrape off the makeup"
Merrihcw put his cue in the racl
e He made off for the coat room.
s Hillard laughed and went up to til
: writing room to fulfill a part of Ii
destiny. He took the letter out an
@ read it again. He replaced the lette
IS in it's blue covering. and then for I'll
IS first time his eye met the superscril
!; ton. Like man entranced he 81
o1 there staring. The steward ha
!? brought the letter to him. and in h
It first excitement this had made no in
d preston upon his mind. He had see
l. nothing peculiar nor strange. An
le here it was. not his initials, but Ii
name in full.
She knew who he was!
In fashionable quarter Of the eli
there stood brownstone house, wi
grotesque turrets. winding steps al
glaring polished red tiles. The
was touch of the gothic, of Il
renaissance. Of the old English ma
l.