The Miller press. [volume] (Miller, S.D.) 190?-current, 1910-08-04
CHAPTER II.
A Torn Telegram.

ll1CUtu dIOut at lhO ''AAS
house, and went back to the city at
once. The sun had lifted the mists,
and a fresh summer wind had feared
away the smoke pail. The boulevard
was full of cars flying countryward
for the Saturday h~alf-holiday, toward
golf and tennis, green fields n bah
bling girls. | gritted my teeth and
thought of Mcknight at Richmond.
And then, for the first time, ] associ-
ated John Gilmore's granddaughter
with the West" that Mcknight had
irritably flung 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, If | had, 1t would
not have altered the situation later.
Only the other day Mcknight put
this very thing UP to me.
Il warned you," he reminded me.
81 told you there were queer things
coming. and to be on your guard. You
ought to have taken your revolver"
at would have been of exactly as
much use as a bucket of snow in
Africa" | retorted. "If | had never
closed my eyes, or II | had kept my
finger on the trigger of a six-shooter
(Which is novelesque for revolyer),
the result would have been the same.
And the next time you want a little
excitement with every variety OF thrill
thrown in, | 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 fin
ished shortly. Don't you suppose the
whole things written on my spinal
narrow
But | am wandering again. That is
the difleulty 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 all the
other small essentials, and, II he car
ries a love affair, he mutters a 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.
dropped into a summer vaudeville, and
bought some ties at a ha~berdasher's.
was bored but ~unexpectant; | 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 beer
taken on. Ergo" | had always said
mo women!" | repeated II to my
self that evening almost savagely,
when | found my thoughts straying
back to the picture of John Gilmore's
granddaughter. | even argued as !
ate my solitary dinner at a downtown
restaurant.
Haven't you troubles enough ]
reflected, without looking for more
Hasn't Bad News gone lame, with q
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
the library done owe 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 l began to think that per
haps l did. / was confoundedly lone
ly. 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
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 a man and woman
Qlucu lOSCt<fCi, q QihSiShs oeh'oSphNN>
prevailed. My attention was frs
caught by the woman's face. She haC
been speaking earnestly across thu
table, her profile turned to me-. ] hat
noticed casually her earnest manner
her somber clothes, and the grea
mass of odd. bronze-colored hair o.
her neck. But suddenly she glance,
toward me and the utter ~hopelessnes
almost tragedy-of her expression
struck me with a shock. She hal
closed her eyes and drew a lon
Ireat1. tasa she turned again to th
man across the table.
Neither one was eating. He sat lov
in his chair, his chin on his chess
ugly folds of thick flesh protrudin
over his collar. He was probably 81
bald, grotesque, sulleu, and yet nc
without . suggestion Of power. But b