Arizona republican. [volume] (Phoenix, Ariz.) 1890-1930, 1911-10-12
AMONG THE
PERSONALS
Copyright, 1910, by the Pearson Pub
fishing company.
BY n. e. TWlNEllS.

!
ments are often traps. You arent
thinking Of doing anything? Your
manners always so blest mysterious
and you seem to be the god of that
cheap theatrical lot"
"Oh, no. I'm Just wondering about
this thing" Tillinghast's lips curled
curiously. Il wish there was some
thing in 1t. I'd like to stumble on to
anything unusual Maybe that's why
/ read the Personals
It's only the evidence of a morbid
mind" the other assured him quickly
You'll be taking to the obituary col
umn next"
What would you have me do; sit
before the fire here until my feet get
so accustomed TO the heat I'll have
10 wear overshOes TO bed-Or have
chilblains for breakfast" He dealt
largely in after-thoughts.
"Tillinghast, you ought to open an
office downtown and do something. a"
said the other seriously. for he dab
bled in business three months of the
| year.
I'D rather open a bottle up town
and do nothing" was the abrupt re-
| ply. as Tillinghast rose. busted the
ashes from his immaculate afternoon
| trousers and babe his friend a curt
| good-by.
| Tillinghast was a horrible example
| even in the Van Rensselaer, Club,
! where wealthy idlers were the rule
| Il was said that he would sit I'D all
| night rather than take his shoes off
! alone If his man were not there to
| put the trees in them Some pitied
! him for having absolutely no ambition,
! further than that of spending his
hundred thousand dollar a year in
/ come.
He stepped into his limousine at
the door and sat for several minutes.
wondering vaguely what to do with
the afternoon.
oh. | ought 10 pick out some place
cards for the dinner tomorrow" he
sighed guilty. NO. I'll not! It's
quite too tedious" Through the speak
ing-tube he abruptly ordered his dri-
yer 10 take him 10 PA West Thirty
fifth Street.
Sinking back comfortably on the
cushions. he pressed the button at his
side and out slid a little sold Ciga-
rette box. the cover open. Tillinghast
idly selected a cigarette and pulled il
meditatively until the car came to a
stop before his number.
He threw the stump away reluctant
ly and sauntered up the steps 10 the
dingy. browr-stone front. as though
bent on an afternoon call. \ down
at-thC-heel1 woman. with brilliant eyes
and a complexion to match, which
showed the ravages Of time and pig
nc0t answered his ring
May l see Miss McArthur?" he
asked.
The woman looked at him. her face
twisted into an uneasy smile.
You amt a reporter or anything
like that" she quericd.
No" answered Tillinghast, I'm
afraid | couldn't qualify. If you will
tell Miss Macarthur | believe | can
give her some information concerning
the lady she is advertising for, think
she will see me"
She hasn't been seem anybody for
a week or two. sir"
Not i'll, hope?"
mo, but she's not seem anybody.
III tell her you're here. though"
She disappeared and in a moment
returned to direct Tillinghast to the
parlor floor room.
Nothing cheap about Miss Near
thur" observed Tillinghast, as he
raped at the high panelled door. 1t
glided open some three inches and
he caught a glimpse Of bold brass
bed within. and flaring curtains Of red
silk at the window. He could see moth
ing more, but easily imagined the rest.
II was a typical room Of burlesque
cta N
comedy. or a hundred dollar woman in
vaudeville. Something quite above the
Thespian average in rooms, but some
what below the real thing.
"You have information about Nine.
Flaubert?" came a charmingly modu-
lated voice from within.
Marvelling at its freshness and wish
ing for a glimpse OF the occupant Of
the room. Tillingbast replied that he
did know something Of the lady in
question, and asked If he might come
in.
81 would prefer you didn't" there
was a slight panied catch In the splen-
did voice Cant you tell me through
the door,"
"A key-hole conversation is seldom
satisfactory" answered Tillinghast,
consuming curiosity veal luS lul OuSu
the thin glaze of his accustomed lassi-
tude. What is the great mystery?
Are you a yelled lady of the Orient
or a lately landed mermaid"
"Nooo-o-neither." the voice an
swered, but l wish-Oh! You may
come in"
At that moment the door opened alb
ruptiy and Tillinghast stepped into the |
spacious back parlor room. The wom- |
an had backed toward one of the win |
dows; her profile was lost as she !
looked through the pane, turning her |
face almost completely from him. But |
the poise of her head, adapted so well
to the grace of her figure. made a 1
charming picture The flush on her
cheek. heightened by the glowing re-
Election from the red silk curtains,
and the rich curve TO her lips; the re-
fnement in every line, took Tilling-
hast's breath He had expected to find
a commoneT type.
I'm sure" he gasped, you are much
better without the veil-Or the tail"
She snatched the curtain back with
a tragic jerk and the unsoftened light
from the window illuminated the 9th
or side of her face with CHASTITY cruel
~. A red scar smeared across the
well-formed cheek. the skin seemed