The Daily Ardmoreite. [volume] (Ardmore, Okla.) 1893-current, 1911-11-06

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ceived him. This amt JulcS's Pa .,
II never was. | was goin' 10 sell II ta
heem, but he never pay nc. -
worked here, of course, and everybody
thought the place was his. Just nov
he came to borrow money to 20 to
Paris, and | trun heem down
Marston's face clonded; he hated
scenes, but Marie must know.
Jules" he said with scowl. jules
France; and he waved his hand to
indicate distance.
Marie stood looking oddly at Mars
ton, her dark eyes sparkling. she
raised her forearm and pointed 10 the
marks OF Iulcs's fingers. Jules!
Pouf," she cried.
Mars,on gave his nose FINAL mop
ping and stood up lie put out his
hand. and in the most casual manner
in the world Marie clasped it in her
own warm little palm. And together
the TWO Went out into the sunshine.
It is wonderful what an animated
conversation can be carried on by two
people entirely ignorant of each Others
language. They loitered NJ Seven i
Avenue in the nappicst possible fash
ion. until AZ a certain corner Nare on
stopped short and motioned her back
in the direction they had come.
Marie faced about abruptly, and gave
little tug at his hand; hut find
ing that he remained standing, she
shrugged her shoulders, held up three
fingers in reminder, smiled brightly,
and strolled OFF down the avenue in
the direction OF the "Maison Per
dreauX," while Marston turned about
to watch jules.
He was still in front Of the saloon
from which Marston had moment le-
fore seen him emerge. lie vas looking
intently on the sidewalk. as if iN
thought. Presently he raised his head
and took one or two hesitatins steps
in The direction of Marston's corner.
He took two steps to be exact. But
in that brief space Of time Narston
came TO the conclusion that he had
no more sympathy for the heroes Of
the prize-ring. Boxing, he decided, as
he looked about for an opportunity 10
escape, has been greatly overpraised
as a means of pleasure.
In another minute Jules had swung
about and was on his way eastward,
his tall figure towering above the
crowd. And at safe distance behind
followed Marston.
Any day in the week you may OBJ
serve n pedestrian narrowly escape de-
struction from a speeding motor. If
your cars have been immune TO in
vigorating language, you have prob.
ably seen the pedestrian gaze earnestly
at the motor until it was out of sight.
The same principle caused Marston to
follow the man who had damaged his
nose and otherwise altered the con
tour of his face; that and llttie
underground desire TO look out fo.
Marie.
The pursuit led eastward across
Broadway and then up Madison Are
nue., when quite suddenly the tall grs,
figure vanished from the sidewalk.
Marston rubbed his eyes to make
sure they had not deceived him. There
was no manhole open, and they were
in the middle OF the block. He rubbed
his eyes again and caught sight of the
gray figure where he least expected to
see it-at the door of a high stopped
mansion of imposing appearance.
Even as he looked, the door opened
and the gray figure disappeared within.
He walked mechanically to the foot
OF the steps and surveyed the front
of the mansion; he was still staring
at it when the door opened and scrV-
ant appeared on the stoop.
Who was the gentleman who had
just gone in? 1t was nobody's bust
ness, but it was Count de Charnise.
Yes, this was Mr.. George Drayton S.
And, HI will h'answer no more ques-
tions." declared the footman surlily.
THE master as guy h'orders h'against
hit"
Half an hour later a disreputable
looking man with swollen nose AM
a discolored face gained entrG -ce tc
Mr.. Drayton's office. 1t had required
'ilt Iuilhiht1 VI az
at last note in sealed envelope ths
had made private secretary gnart
his teeth with impotent curiosity. T. .
frally it was over, and Marston -n
tered.
The great merchant looked up curt
ously. Who are you and what B.
you mean by that note?"
Il was getting twelve a week ST
OLeary's,' Marston began. 81 hal
row and left there. I would lik.
job, but I'm wilies
to start as a deputy, if you give ~.
a chance 10 work up"
You're drunk" declared the r~p
man, reaching for the bell.
Am 70" asked Marston. "Irr n.
most practical man in New Yors
wouldn't read line or poetr'' - rrc
hrtei ne. Now listen, lei..+ NJ,
touch that bell"
The great man listeuol .nn -.
awav on another street a 81. r-s..,
bird preened its bedrace 81 '-.'r-,.
quite Unconscious that - p~ut".-
had come true. For Marco Il r..
sut Of his ncgs became firs- fT.'-.y
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