Putnam patriot., 1911-11-17
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 It lay on the massive settee in the han. an innocent looking parcel. fiat i and somewhat square. Three of War wicls's letters lay on top of it. neatly. as the hall boy had placed them; also his weekly paper from home.
 Warwick glanced at the letters. again at the clock. tossed off his hat. coat and gloTes and carried the whole lof parcel. letters and paper into the comfortable study and dropped Into deep chair.
 There was an hour before the crowd would arrive Everything was ready. The spread would be sent up at S.30 | sharp. He hoped Stanton would be | able to get away. He liked Stanton. 1 The boy needed q good friendly grip | just now He knew himself what 1t was to be fin New York a stranger. l Money could not give one the pass word that admitted one to the inside of things. the getting next to the itness of all" as stanton said. And if the right path did not open and one hap pened to be lonely there were others wide and welcoming Warwick knew.
 The boy was young and clever The | only thing that ailed him was too much money and the confidence he had therein He was bit handy with it all-the whirl and the swing and the chance for big success. Warwick had kept an eye on him for weeks. meas uring and judging him. and now he was satisfied All fne hoy needed were direction and cool hand checking hin now and then. and he would win cut
 Warwick opened the weekly paper from home and smiled to himself at the familiar heading. the Weekly Wis itor. Ever since he could remember the Weekly Visitor had visited reg ulary at the quiet. big gray house that crowned Warwiek's hill, up in Hills boro, x. H. And Stanton was from the country. too. some place out west out in Nebraska. He wondered if he had a weekly paper. too, to keep him iu touch with the old world and the ethics and standards of something be sides New York.
 The letters were unimportant He took up the parcel and slipped off the cord Laundry probably. He had not ordered anything.
 The paper fell to the floor. and he sat staring at the thing in his hands. It was pink, delicate. shimmering silken thing He stood up and shook 1t out to its full length. 1t reached to the floor II was not bath robe. It could not possibly be smoking jacket. II was a woman's garment. unmistak- ably.
 The texture was the softest Japanese erane the silk interwOyen around the sleeves and neck in border of golden butterflies There was no mark on 1t nor on The paper. Warwick looked carefully.
 The doorbell buZzed imperatively. once. twice and long one. That was Billy Trninor's ring. Warwick hesi- tated. east the pink silk thing behind him on the chair and opened the door.
 Billy stepped in smiingly. interroga- lively looked about the room and spied the pink silk thing.
 Rex" he said responsibility. Why. Rex"
 Tt was left here by mistake" said Warwick hastily The hall boy did t What is it?"
 Billy lifted it by the shoulders and beamed with the appreciative eye of a connoisseur.
 It's kimono. the real imported ar tiele No bargain sale. Who's the lucky lady?"
 The doorbell buzzed again. War wick took the kimono with deliberate forethought went te the wardrobe in his dressing room and concealed 1t therein.
 It's stanton. Billy announced. and the rest"
 Warwick played the host with more inner discomfort than ever before in his life. lt was not the mere fact of the mistake that troubled him nor that he minded the boys knowing of t. hut he didn't want to see that particular twhat had Billy called it1 kimonu handled and ElHhcd about and SpeeU- ated over Somewhere there must he the air wlo wanted that kimona He hoped she wye a brunette. Pink waS best for hruayaes. Not too much of 3 brunette. perhaps with blue eyes or gray -ye~. 4ry y-u gray eve or so.
 BHy WIS pushing hacS the chairs and taboretS for the spread. stanton was singing at the piano. Out in the kitchenette Yates and Rogers and the paHfurths were rmnmagipg for dishes and knives and forks, Big De Neau was up on the divan. with ifs red Tur kish cover druped pieturesquely about him. reciting some original poetry.
 Rex. don't you own a decent table rloth you beggarf" called Yates.
 Warwick smoked without replying Through the haze he saw the brunette girl with the pink kimono about her smiling deliciously like a geisha-no he didn't want her to be geiSha- smiling welt just as girl should smile when she had the righ, one to smile aft
 stanton left the piano and came nver.
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