The Raymer enterprise., 1911-03-09

playing roulette In the nett room
now. One Is small and dark. almost
Hebraic In type. named Leila and
called Lollie. The other. larger. very
blonde and languishine. and with a
decided preference for masculine 30.
ciety. even saving the mark. mine!
Dallas Browns wife. good looking.
smokes cigarettes when ! am not
around-they all do. except Mrs. VII.
son! Then there is a maiden aunt,
who is i'll today with grippe and e1.
citement, and Miss Knowles. who
came for moment last night to see
Mrs. Wilson, was caught in the quar-
antine (see papers). and. after hiding
all night In the basement. Is sulking
all day In her room. Her presence
created an excitement out Of all pro.
portion to the apparent cause.
From the fact that l have reason to
know that my artist host and his beau.
tiful wife are on bad terms. and from
the significant glances with which the
announcement Of Miss Knowles pres.
ence was met, the state Of affairs
seems rather clear. Wilson impresses
me as a spineless sort, anyhow. and
when the lady Of the basement shut
herself away from the rest today and
! happened on Jimmy" as they call
him. pleading with her through the
door, ! very nearly kicked him down
the stairs. Oh. yes. I'll keep out,
right enough: II isn't my affair.
BY the way. after quarantine and
with the policeman locked in the fur.
mace room. q pearl necklace and a dia-
mond bracelet were stolen! Just ten
OF us to divide the suspicion! Upon
my word. Hal. It's the queerest situa.
ton ! ever heard Of. Which OF US did
1t! make a guess that not few OF
us are fools. but which is the knave!
The worst Of 1t Is, am the only un.
accredited member Of the household, !,
This Is more scandal than ] ever
wrote In my life. Lay It to circum.
scribed environment, and the lack
OF 20 miles over the pampa before
breakfast. We have all been vac.
cinated, and the officious gentlemen
from the board OF health have taken
their grins and their formaldehyde
and gone. Ye gods. how we cough!
The Carlton order will 90 through
all right. think 'Phoned him this
morning. II It does. old man, we will
take a month In September and e1.
plore the Mercator property.
Do you know, Hal. have been
thinking lately that you and stick
too close to the grind. Business is
right enough. but what's the use Of
spending ones best years succeeding
In everything except the things that
are worth while? I'll be thirty sooner
than | care to say, and-oh. well. you
won't understand. You'll sit down
there. with the Southern Cross and
the rest OF the Internal astronomical
galaxy looking down on you. and the
Indians chanting In the village. and
you will think have grown senti.
mental. have not. You and down
there have been looking at the world
through the reverse end OF the glass.
It's a bully old world. Hal. and this
Is Gods part Of II.
Burn this letter after you read It:
I suspect II Is covered with germs.
Well. happy days, old man.
Yours. TOM.
P. S.-By the way. can't you spare
some Of the Indian pottery you picked
up at Callao? | told Mrs. Wilson
about II. and she was immensely In.
terested. Send It to this address.
Can you get It to the next steamer!
IT.
From Maxwell Reed to Richard Bur.
ton Bagley. University club. New
York.
Dear Dick:
lnclosed find my check for. Ave hun.
dred, as per wager. Possibly you were
within your right in protecting your
bet In the manner you chose, but
while do not wish to be offensive.
your reporters are damnably so.
Yours,
MAXWELL REED.