The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1911-07-06

VI his age got Sucn me nalr as MIN.
whats the reason that old man
Somerset has to go into your private
Office to be shaved?" demanded Rob-
ert as soon as he was within the
portals of the office.
Just fussily particular" said Ham
ilton, carelessly.
Il know the old man doesn't wear a
wig ruminated Robert, because he
let's his hair grow till he looks like a
New Foundland dog before he has 1t
cut"
We'll, wouldn't lose any sleep
over It," advised Hamilton "Mr. Som
erset Is extremely proud OF hts per-
sonal appearance and youthful looks
He thinks he receives better care I'M
der my personal supervision. He has
no dark and deadly secret" He
laughed heartily at Roberts disguised
countenance and began to talk Of 9TH
err things.
1t was q few days later that he met
Mr.. Somerset. The rain was driving
down in sudden torrent. Neither
inspired by common thought, they
turned and ran for the shelter OF
nearby shed.
AS soon as the air lightened enough
to see Robert could perceive the form
Of Marion's papa leaning back against
the shed and striving to pierce to the
depth of the rainfall. Turning to
make a remark to his companion, he
discovered who 1t was and, turning
abruptly, marched disdainfully out
into the rain. Robert whistled frv-
olous air after him and moved over
to the abandoned point Of vantage.
A bit of something clinging to the
wall attracted his attention. He
stopped and picked off the silver. He
stared at it in wild amazement. A
great light broke upon him. He danced
q wild fandango In his JOY, and shak-
ing his trophy to the heavens, whis-
tied wildly as he started down the
street. He shook with secret Joy
when he discovered that Mr.. Somerset
was closeted with Hamilton all after
noon. He whisted merrily again
when Marion telephoned him that
papa had been called out of town for
few days. He knew that he had
never come out of Hamilton's Office
and that his meals were being served
to him there.
"Ah, you old flint-heart," he cried,
within himself, Il have you now"
1t was the morning of the third day
that MIR. Somerset arrived home from
his trip" looking spruce, well
groomed and handsome. In the even
ing he was called from the presence
of his daughter, who was listening
with rapt attention to the pleasing in
cidents of his trip" to an interview
in the parlor with, as he discovered
after he entered the room, Robert
Armstrong. He looked at the young
man frigidly.
Il have bit Of your property that
you lost in the little shower of few
days ago. said Robert, dropping
small packet upon the table and turn
ing considerably to look at the pic
lures on the wall. The silence was
of the variety whose thickness is
dense enough to cut. A laugh was
heard out in the hall. Robert turned
quickly; Mr.. Somerset met his eyes
appealingly.
She shall never know" said Rob-
ert, assuringly, The door opened and
Marion ran into the room.
Robert looked across at her reas-
suringy, but she turned from him to
her father in startled amazement. His
face was bent and his hands behind
him.
Robert stepped toward Marion hold
ing his arms In the manner made re-
liable through long years of advan-
tageous use by lovers the world over,
and Mr. Somerset, swallowing hard
upon the chunk of resistance that
pushed itself into his throat, patted
her gently upon the shoulder and
pushed her toward him.
He looked for an instant upon the
two, already Obvious Of him, and
left the room softly, clasping IN his
hands a toupee of auburn hair, which
had adorned the top of his head until
Saturdays rain has soaked 1t loose
envy.