New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1911-08-13
TX. WYCHERLEY COURT


THEY had been going up Riverside Drive,
and as Morgan spoke they approached
a tall marble apartment house from when
an awning stretched across the sidewalk 10
the curb. Here line of carriages and auto
mobiles were in line waiting 70 discharge
their passengers. -.
Morgan leaned forward and tapped his
chauffeur on the shoulder. Round 10 the
side entrance" he commanded.
Here he and Fcnton got out, and maze
their way rapidly into and along corridor TO
the back stairs. They climbed ten stores
and arrived painting at the back door OF thc
Morgan apartment, were let in by q staring
servant. and conducted rapidly along the
hall. As they passed. Fenton heard the con,
tinuous sound of gable and lntermin&lcd
talk and laughter of many guests, lnar'cu,
late. confused. an unsteady inuriIui 81
voices. II sounded to him rs II It miRht
come from some mOnStrouS, horrld DC -,
with innumcrable mouths. Servants OF al
kinds sheltered past him as he made ms way
walters loaded with dishes, maids WIN
womcn's wraps, men servants -goSSipilS'
lo,fing. gaping. \ high, clear laugh rose
over al this subducd tumult.
"Marg's holding the fort sad Morgan
,dniringlv. and led the way into his own
chamber ~Now for Heavens sake hurry.
BENTON had time only to see a wide
L white bed laid out with a complete out
ft-evcning clothes, shirt, tic-whcn two
men servants fell upon him and tore oil ms
coat. vest. and trousers with the fury OF
maniacs As they held the dress trousers
for him, Young woman put her head
through the door cxcitcdly.
Has he Gomez" she cried. And then,
"Oh there YOU are. Thank goodness"
Fcnton took leap into the black trousers
inst as she burst into the room.
is he rcady?" she cried eagerly. "For
Heavens sake hurry, YOU idiots! | cant
wait q minute longer Stillwell, put on his
shoes. quick, Here YOU crazy loon, you've
got that collar upside down For Heaven
sake let me do it, if YOU re all halfwittcd,
And Fcnton found himself suddenly con
frontcd by a tall, pretty. blue eyed girl with
flushed checks. all in white, with three os-
trich feathers noddlng in her hair Hold
your head still" she commanded. 81 can't
DO anything if YOU move that way. Here,
YOU, put his gloves on, quick.
\ man attacked each hand. Stlllwcll
Morgan still fused at the bows Of Fenton's
shoes. Marguerite AIaganel Morgan, in
white gloves. with orchids on her breast, her
flushed face within an inch Of his, worked
over Fcnton ike a window dresser with
wax figure. Her sweet breath WAS in his face,
her curls brushed his checks as she p1tted
and pulled at his tie. He saw her pretty
mouth working with nervousness. Then she
Stoned hack and looked al him.
"NIcrcv," she shrickcd. This isn't Mr..
Ringrosc Who is it," She stared at him
with big eyes. and turned scarlet.
Il believe | have the honor Of being
Count Capriconi. said Fcnton, bowling low.
\ maid tapped at the door, and entered
halfway. Mrs. Grahamson-Davis wants to
See YOU. Miss Morgan, she said. "She has
10 20 home. SAYS she cam wait any longer.
Mis-, Morgan grabbed Fenton by one
arm. Come" she commanded savagey.
IL don't care who YOU are, You'll do, II |
can only satisfy that old Mrs. Grahamson-
Davis. I'm safe" and She dragged him out
of the room into the hall.
Here ne asserted himself, offered his other
arm, tossed his head erect, and stepped of
with her. II ne was TO play part, he de-
cidel II would be that Of q man. not a pup
pet Miss Morgan looked up at him with
admiration.
at was awfully good Of YOU to come she