Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1910-05-02

radiant. "And won't Mr.. Percy give
| us his opinion Of my art?"
He turned again to the easel, and as
! he examined the painting thereon at
closer range amazement overspread his
! features. However, pulling himself to-
gether, he found himself able to reply
! and with great gallantry:
well, on'y t. think them little hands
cud "a done all that rough woik!''
l saved the girls feelings by enter
Ing into the conversation with ques-
stion, which, put quickly: -
You intend pursuing your historical
researches in the neighborhood?"
'Them fairy tales handed you
about ole Jeanne dare an William
the Conker," he said. "say. they must
"a made you sore afterwoidsr'
"On the contrary. was much inter
ested in everything pertaining to your
too brief visit" / returned. Il am
even more so now"
long. distrustful glance-"keep yer
eyes Open"
"That is just the point" I laughed.
with intentional significance, for l
meant to make Mr.. Percy talk as much
as could. 10 this end, remembering
that specimens Of this kind are most
indiscreet when carefully enraged, I
added, stimulating his own manner:
Eyes open and doors locked!
Whatw
II guess they amt much need O.
lockin' your door," ne retorted darkly;
mot from what saw when was in
, your studio" He should have stop
ped there. for the hit was palpable
and justified, but in his resentment he
overdid 1T. You needn't be scared Of
anybody's cartin' OF them pitchers.
young Teller! Whoosh. An I'm the
luks of the clo'es saw hangin' on the
wall" he continued, growing more net
tied as smiled cheerfully upon him.
II dom b'lieve you gut any worries
comm about them neither
II suppose our tastes are different"
said, letting my smile broaden.
'"There might be protection in that"
His stare at me was protracted to
an unseemly length before the sting
Of this remark reached him. 1t pene-
trated finally, however.
'As tell the little dame here" he
said, pitching his voice higher and af-
fecting the plaintiff. 81 make no passes
at friend o. hers-not in front O. her,
anyways. But when it comes to these
here ole. ancient curiosities"-he cac-
kled again loudly-"well. guess them
cio'es l see that day Kin hand it out t
anything they got, in the museums.
Look here.' l says to the waiter, these
must ben left over I'm ole Jeanne
d'Arc herself / says. Talk about
yer relics says. Woosh! l. like t
diedw He laughed violently and con-
cluded by turning upon me with a
contemptuous flourish of his stick.
"You think / d'know what makes you
SO raw?"
The form Of repartee necessary to
augment his i'll humor was. OF course.
matter Of simple mechanism for one
who had not entirely forgotten his
student days-in the quarter, and de-
livered it airily, though I shivered
inwardly that Miss Elliott should
hear.
Everything will be all right IL when
you dine at the inn you'll sit with your
back toward me-"
To my shamed surprise this roust-
about wit drew a nervous, silvery gig
gle from her. and that completed the
work with ( Mr.. Percy, whose face
grew scarlet with anger.
You're a hot one, you are" he
Sneefed with shnckinS bitterness.
You're quite the teaser, amt We.
s'long's yer: lady freud is 1ukkin' on!
guess theyNlsbe few surprises com
in. your way before long P'HQs =