Evening star., 1911-08-13
TX. WYCHERLEY COURT
THEY had been going up Riverside Drive.
and as Moran spoke they appronchcd


a tall marble apartment house from which
an awning stretched across the sidewalk to
the curb. Here a line of carriages and auto
mobiles were in line waiting to discharge
their passengers.
Morgan leaned forward and tapped his
chauffeur on the shoulder. Round to the
side entrance" he commanded.
Here he and Fcnton got out, and made
their way rapidly into and along a corridor to
the back stairs. They climbed ten stories,
and arrived painting at the back door OF the
Morgan apartment, were let in by 4 staring
servant. and conducted rapidly along the
hall. As they passed, Fenton heard the con
tinuous sound Of gabblc and intcrmingcd
talk and laughter of many guests, inarticu
late. confused, an unsteady murmur Of
voices. 1t sounded to him as if ii might
come from some monstrous, horrid beast
with innumcrablc mouths. Servants of Ill
kinds sheltered past him as he made his way
walters loaded with dishes, maids with
womcn's wraps, men servants, -gosslping,
loafing. gaping. a high, clear laugh rose
over all this subducd tumult.
"Margs holding the fort" said Morgan
adrniringly, and led the way into his own
chamber "Now for Heavens sake hurrv."
EENTON had time only to see a wide
white bed laid out with a complete out
fit-cvcning clothes, shirt, tic--whcn two
men servants fell upon him and tore off his
coat. vest, and trousers with the fury of
maniacs. As they held the dress trousers
for him, Young woman put her head
through the door cxcitedly.
"Has he Gomez she cried. And then,
@Oh, there YOU are. Thank goodness"
Fcnton took a leap into the black trousers
inst rs she burst into the room
IS he ready she cried eagerly. "For
Heavens sake hurry, YOU idiots! | can't
wait a minute longer Stillwcll, put on his
shoes quick. Here YOU crazy loon. you've
got that collar upside down For Heavens
sake let me do it, if you re all halfwttcd."
And Fcnton found himself suddenly CON
frontcd by a tall, pretty, blue eyed girl with
flushed checks, all in white, with three os-
trich feathers noddng in her hair. "Hold
your head still.' she commanded. Il can't
do anything if you move that way! Here,
you, put his gloves on, quick"
\ man attacked each hand. Stillwcll
Morgan still fused at the bows of Fcnton's
shoes. Marguerite Maganel Morgan, in
white gloves, with orchids on her breast, her
flushed face within an inch of his, worked
over Fcnton like window dresser with Il
wax figure. Her sweet breath was in his face,
her curls brushed his checks, as she patted
and pulled at his tie. He saw her pretty
mouth working with nervousness. Then she
stepped back and looked at him.
"Mcrcy.' she shrickcd. This isn't Mr.
Ringrosc. Who is it," She stared at him
with big eyes. and turned scarlet
4 believe | have the honor of being
Count Capricorni, said Fenton, bowling low.
\ maid tapped at the door, and entered
halfway. "Mrs. Grahamson-Davis wants to
see you, Miss Morgan, she said "She has
to 60 home. Says she can't wait any longer"
Miss Morgan grabbed Fenton by one
arm. "ComcN she commanded savagcly.
Il don't care who you are, you'll do, If
can only satisfy that old Mrs Grahamson-
Davis, I'm safc!7 and she dragged him out
Of the room into the hall.
Here he asserted himself, offered his other
arm, tossed his head erect, and stepped off
with her. If he was to play a part, he de-
cidcd it would be that of a man, not a pup
pet Miss Morgan looked up at him with
admiration.
at was awfully good of you to come," she
brcathcd
/. "It's about time for something like that to
be said, he replied haughtily. "You treat
me right, or III spoil the show!"
"Oh, I'll do anything -anything." she cx-
claimed; then, dropping her voice, she
added, Il wish you were Count Capricorni.'
With this exquisite compliment pleas
antly ringing in his ears. he navigatcd his