Newark evening star and Newark advertiser. [volume] (Newark, N.J.) 1909-1916, 1911-09-30
CONTINUED From yesterday.)

This was too much. What do you
-mean?" l said, There's nothing the
matter with my past. I've nothing
whatever to be ashamed of and this
is the first time in my life I've been
accused of any such thing. My uni
versity position is proof enough of that.
It's a mistake or an Internal SANDER
He looked me straight in the eye.
81 know more about you. Mr.. Crosby,
than you were prepared for he said
quietly. Don't waste time in postum
Ing"
II beg your pardon l retorted;
'you know nothing about me, but
you've said decidedly more than one
gentleman can say to another without
explaining himself. We've two men to-
gether. Be so good as to tell me just
what you charge me with"
| had risen from my chair, struggling
hard for enough s~elf-control to make
my words carry conviction. Mr.. Tabor
sat unmoved while he deliberately
lighted a cigar, watching me over the
end of it.
Il have no desire to dig over your
life with you" he said. ANY more than
I have to continue your acquaintance.
/ came here to tell you why our invita-
ton to you was withdrawn. Well, I've
done so; you have an evil reputation.
That's all"
Excuse me, but thai isn't all. 1t
ism true, and
''There is just one more point he
went on; when you arrived, of course
none of us realized who you were or
how you had come. Later, when we
understood the facts, you would not,
nde ordinary circumstances ave left
until this morning. But Mrs. Tabor
was so much excited over the mat
ter that l saw fit to relieve her imme-
diately at the cost of disturbing your
sleep. | owe you an apology for that,
and for that only
Look here, Mr.. Tabor said ]. more
calmly, "I don't know what you have
been told about me, but II it's dishon-
orable, it's a damned lie. Now, I'll
wait here while you make any inquiries
you like. I'll put you in communica-
ton with anybody you choose. And
when you've looked me up and are
satisfied, / shall expect a very complete
apology for this whole matter
"Thank you" he answered, 81 am
quite satisfied with my present infor-
NATION. l have no further curiosity.
And now, perhaps, / have taken
enough of your time" He rose.
Then | lost my temper. That's al.o-
gether too thini' / cried. "Im received
as your guest, and then Pm locked into
my room. I'm sent away in the mid
die of the night and told not to ask
why. You explain it on the absurd
ground that I'm a disreputable charac-
ter, and then you won't either specify
your charges or investigate them. /
believe you are making up the whole
etory to cover something in your own
house; and if you were a younger man
I'd have it out of you"
While I was speaking he had turned
composedly to pick up his hat and
stick. He faced me now without a
CULVER of the eyes.
Don't buster, Mr.. Crosby" he said
slowly, ~uncovering the tip of one yell
low tooth in the faintest suspicion of a
smile, at isn't any real use. Well, 1
won't offer to shake hands, but I'll wish
you a pleasant summer after you've
forgotten this row? Shall l go first?
If there was anything more to say, !
was too angry to think of it. after
you" | said through shut jaws. Good
morning
I followed him down to the veranda,
where we went through a comedy of
l~eave-taking for the benefit of the peo-
pie in the wicker chairs. At the corner
Of the building, discreet swinging doors
gave entrance to the bar, and as Mr..
Tabor started down the drive there
came from within a stream Of savage
gutturals and the squeak and clatter OF
an overtilted chair. A stocky fellow in
q flannel shirt lurched through the
swinging doors and followed him at a
clumsy run, cursing in a tangle of
English and italian so rapid and
furious that by the ear alone
I should have thought half a
dozen people were involved. 1t had
the multiplied brilliancy Of a vir-
tuoso's piano playing. OF the dispute
which followed the words were indis-
tinguishable; but there was no ques-
ton that each was threatening the
other. The Italian danced and raved
and gesticulated, while Mr.. Tabor
pointed a steady forefinger and re-
torted in low and frosty monosylla-
bles. And presently the foreigner
slouched back into the bar, which i'm
mediately filled with babbling by
ISLANDERS. / followed to find him stand
ing physically with his foot upon the
low rail and metaphorically with his
back against the wall. He was the
same man that had pursued our troll