The Chanute times. [volume] (Chanute, Kan.) 1897-1913, 1911-06-02
CHAPTER vI.-contlnued.

Nls-SoukiudCus
He helped himself to another drink,
his hand shaking so that he could
hardly hold the decanter. He was
fast approaching the state of complete
1ntoxtcation. Underwood made no at
tempt to interfere. Why should he
care If the young fool made a sot of
himself? The sooner he drank him
self insensible the quicker he would
get rid of him.
mo. Howard" he said; you'd never
make a decent member Of society"
"P'r'aps not" hiccoughed Howard.
How does Annie take her social
ostracism?" inquired Underwood
Like a brick She's a thorough
bred, all right. She's all to the good"
"All the same. I'm sorry | ever in
troduced you to her." replied Under
wood. II never thought you'd make
such fool Of yourself as to marry"
Howard shook his head in a maud
lin manner, as he replied:
II don't know whether l made a
fool of myself or not, but she's all
right She's got In her the makings
Of a great woman-very crude, but
still the makings. The only thing |
object to is, she insists on going back
to work. Just as If I'd permit such
thing. Do you know what said on
our wedding day? Mrs. Howard JEFF
ries, you are entering one of the old
est families in America. Nature has
fitted you for social leadership. You'll
be petted, pampered member of that
select few called the "400,"' and now,
damn 1t all, how can l ask her to go
back to work? But If you'll let me
have that $1,000"
By this time Howard was beginning
to get drowsy. Lying back on the
sofa, he proceeded to make himself
comfortable.
1.-TWO thousand dollars!" laughed
Underwood. why, man, I'm in debt
up to my eyes,"
AS far as his condition enabled him,
Howard gave a start of surprise.
Hard up!" he exclaimed. Pointing
around the room. he said: Whats
all this-a bluff"
Underwood nodded.
"a bluff, that's 1t. Not a picture,
not a vase, not a stick belongs to
me. You'll have to go to your ia
Their"
Never" said Howard despondently.
The suggestion was evidently too
much for him. because he stretched
out his hand for his whisky glass. ia
TIERS done with me-" he said dole
fully.
He'll relent." suggested Under
wood.
Howard shook his head drowsily. |
Touching his brow, he said:
TOO much brains, too much up
here" Placing his hand on his heart.
he went on: TOO little down here.
Once he gets an idea, he never lets 1t
go, he holds on. Obstinate. One
idea-stick to 1t. Gee, but I've made
mess of things, haven't II"
Underwood looked at him with con-
tempt.
you've made a mess of your life"
he said bitterly, yet you've had some
measure of happiness. You. at least.
married the woman you love. Drunk
en- beast as you are, envy you. The
woman | wanted married some one
else, damn her!"
Howard was so drowsy from the
effects of the whisky that he was FL
most asleep. AS he lay back on t %
sofa. he gurgled:
Say, old man; / didn't cons here
TO listen to hard-luck rtories. | came
to tell one"
In maudlin fashion he began to sing,
''Oh, listen to my tale of woe" while
Underwood sat glaring at him, won
dering how he could put him out.
As he reached the last verse his
head began to nod. The words came
thickly from his lips and he sank
sleepily back among the soft divan
pillows.
Just at that moment the telephone
bell rang. Underwood quickly picked
up the receiver.
who's that?" he asked. As he
heard the answer his face lit up and
be replied eagerly: Mrs. Jeffries-
yes. I'll come down. No. tell her to
come up"
Hanging zp the receiver. he hastily {
went over to the divan and shook I
Howard