The Washington times., 1911-01-30
CHAPTER XIV.

/ A T THE end of a few days Jimmie
morgan was busy as tanttor, while
David was established in Rogers room
and thoroughly drilled for his part.
! Finally. toward the last of the week, a
| rented typewriter was brought to the
office. and Kate Morgsn installed be-
fore it.
you to do" Rogers said to her the
afternoon she began work. When any
| body's about you can make a show OF
being busy-but the rest Of the time
! He went into his room and closed the
door. Kate looked at David, who sat
at desk beside her.
isn't he fine!' she said in a low
voice.
He certainly is" David returned
| warmly.
The way he pretended to get all that
money for our furniture! But I'll pay
him back some day-you see. 1 didn't
| after a little experience III be making
good money. They told me at the school
l was the quickest girl on the machine
they'd had for years. Some day l hope
my chance'n come TO do him good
turn
David wondered if she guessed, as he
had, the kind of turn Rogers, in his
dreams, would like best for her to do
him. She had guessed, and she guessed,
too, what was running that instant III
Davids brain, for she shook her head
and whispered meaningly:
You know | don't care for him that
way"
David looked abruptly back at his
desk. and her machine began a whiz-
zing tattoo that fully corroborated
the statement of her teachers But
Kate as he had first known her
year before came into his mind. and
his eyes slipped surreptitiously up to
view the contrast She wore a white
cotton dress. its folds as smooth as
the irons bottom. in which she looked
fresh and girlish. The hardness and
cynicism had gone from her face, and
her exaggerated pompadour had sub
sided into, a dressing which allowed
the hair to fall loosely about brow
and ears. lending an illusion of full
a far softer. far more controlled Kate
Morgan than the Kate Morgan who
had been his first post-prison friend.
But the control. he knew, had not ex-
there ready to flame forth when oc-
casion provoked it.
That evening in response to a re
quest sent down by the Mayor of Av-
fat. The sitting room was chaos of
chairs, newspapers. photographs.
clothes. and dust-the confirmed dis
order of an unmarried man of forty
standing amid his household. goods.
noted that David was observing the
quality of his housekeeping. you've
seen this so bef0re dOri tTh AiqriS6 S6r hose ne
so much. or you'll spoil the cellin'."
He glanced about the room. 1T does
look like l was boarding pet hurricane.
doesn't it," he admitted. Sometimes
I've been on the point o. askin' Mrs.
Hahn (who attended the three-room fat
to clean up a bit-but, OH say! can't
boss woman!
Early in their friendship the mayor
had discovered that David had some ac-
quaintance with the social customs of
Fifth avenue, and he had gradually
adopted David as his social and sar-
toriaI mentor-though in the item Of
waistcoats he grumbled against David's
taste as altogether too conservative. So
David was not now surprised when the
mayor said II sent for you to look me
over" stepped in the best light, pulled
down his waistcoat and coat, and de-
manded complacently: We'll, friend do
1 look fit to be two-steppin' with the
ladies?"
David's face travelled upward from the
broad, but not broad enough, patent
leather shoes, past his large. white
gloved hands, to the white waistcoat,
girdled with a heavy gold chain, across
evening shirt, and upward to the cul-
minating glory of his silk hat. You
certainly do" said David.
Il thought you'd think So" said the
Mayor, nodding. When get into my
dress suit 1 amt such slouch, am I?
But since you made me quit wearin'
them handy white bows that hooks in
the back O. the neck, my ties always
look like I'd tied 'em with my feet.
Here, fix this blamed thing on me
right"
When David had complied, the Mayor
lowered himself into a chair. taking care
to pull up his trousers and to see that
the bending did not crumple his shirt
bosom.
"It's the first fall affair-at the Lib
erty Assembly Hall-very small crowd
very select" he continued in confiden-
tial voice that could have been heard in
the street. IF only the dear ladies-oh!
ord!-leave me alone!'
He signed and shook his head.