The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1911-06-01
THE CASH INTRIGUE
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1t. Do you remember that famous
fight between Mutton Harris and
Freckles Lane over the proper way to
hop pancake?
That started a line Of "Reminiscences
which lasted until they searched out
the home Of Ben White.
The Whites were strictly an Install
ment family. They lived in an INSTALL
ment house, wore installment clothing,
sat upon installment furniture and
read installment books. As Kelvin and
Rensselaer, turned In at the gate a
scowling collector was turning away
from the door, in which stood plump,
rosy and altogether wholesome looking
young woman.
Il knew you'd conner she said, with
an unmistakable ring Of delight in her
voice.
"Quite naturally" Phillip assured
her as he shook hands with her. al
low me to introduce Mr.. Rensselaer,,
Miss White"
~How lucky I amg' she said eagerly
as they walked up the steps. when
read your name In the Sunday list OF
hotel arrivals 1 just felt sure that it
must be our Phillip Kelvin, and told
father that l was bound to write to
you and invite you to come out"
81 wondered how you found me so
readily" he commented, smiling.
tits because I'm so lonesome" she
replied. 1--WE don't make friends here
as we did in Tennessee, SO 1 am
for ever and ever reading the hotel
arrivals, hoping that among the names
III find somebody we used to know"
She paused a moment and laughed at
herself 'But / never found one I'M
til now" she admitted, because they
don't publish the arrivals at the cheap
hotels, and we never knew anybody
who was likely to be able to stop at
the more expensive ones. That is how
/ came to be sure it was you"
81 don't see why" objected Phillip.
when you knew me was as poor as
a church mouse"
az know, but that was FIVE years ago,
and 1 felt sure that in five years you
ought to be stopping at the Esplanade
or you wouldn't be the Phillip l knew"
That's a very pretty compliment,
Phillip" said Rensselaer,.
''This young lady couldn't say any
other sort of thing about me If she is
like she used to be-" replied Phillip,
placing his hand affectionately upon
her shoulder. "She was one Of my
stanchest adherents in those days, long
before she was a young lady. How
old were you when left, Elsie"
Fifteen" she replied.
Five years ago." unused Phillip.
snow you are twenty"
"And you're thirty-one," she re-
turned. "My, how old we're becom-
mgr
She led them into the little parlor,
which opened directly from the stoop.
In one corner was a music rack filed
with music, and though that corner
was filed with a big chair it seemed
conspicuously bare To Phillip, who
knew the Whites so well, that space
told it's own story. The payments on
the installment piano had not been
kept upI
Elsie called back across the dining
room to the kitchen:
A very much faded looking woman
of forty-two or forty-three came in,
drying the backs of her hands with her
palms.
"I'm mighty glad to see you" she
said, shaking hands with him, and her
tired eyes grew a trife brighter. My,
how solid looking you've grown!
Seems to me you look as If you was
hunting for somebody to contrary you.
You didn't use to look that way
when you boarded with us-did he,
ElsieT
Kelvin turned to Elsie, and in his
gaze Rensselaer, thought that he read
friendly admiration and nothing more.
His look had not that rapt eagerness
of her gaze and never would have for
any woman, Rensselaer, found himself
deciding. He decided wrongly. KEEL
win had found himself strongly drawn
TO Elsie, but he sternly suppressed
that tendency as quickly as he recOg-
nized it in himself.
''I don't know" replied Elsie to her
mothers question. There seems to be
some slight change. bat to me he is
lust the same Olu 4 WhOhA LII
glad to see again and hope to see
often"
'sI<suppose you're married by this
ftme.' suggested Mrs White.
@aT have never stayed in one place
long enough to get maE,ied, except in
Tennessee and there was too busy"
laughed Phillip.
"Elsie has never forgot you," Mrs.
white next Observed. 'She thinks
about you all the time, and she's been
talking about you ever since we moved
away.
The connection Of Mrs. Whites re-
marks was so absurdly palpable that
Rensselaer, could not help letting his
ewes twinkle, and Elsie, catching his
glance of amusement, laughed out
right, whereupon the two callers join
ed her, very much to Mrs. Whites
surprise.
Continued Next Sunday.
Is there anything in all this world
that is of more Importance to you than
"a L.,