Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1912-07-26

anne found the three parts Of a..
SHE'S : good general: but hang
these birthstone efforts Of hers. She
talks too much Of heart. For my part.
IL prefer TO regard It - q nero phys
zeal function. pump. motor, pow
er that gives action to the legs. either
In coming or In going, more especially
IN going" He laughed "well, hers
IL the inspiration and hers is the law.
And to think that she could plan all
this on the spur Of the moment. down
TO the minutest detail! It's science"
He put the letter away. slid out his
legs and glarsd Ut the dusty tips Of
his shoes. ''The United Romance and
Adventure Company. Ltd, Of New
York, London, and Paris. She has the
greatest gift Of al, the sense Of hu.
NOR"
| He rose and opened his kit.bag
doubtfully. He rummaged about In
the depths and 1t last Strengthened
up with mild oath. As
'fNot pair Of cuffs in the whole
outfit. not shirt. not . collar. oh.
we'll, when man has to leave Bagdad
tho way did. over the back fence,
% to speak. linen doesn't count
He drew down his cuffs, detached
and reversed them, he turned his fold
ing collar wrong-side out. and used
the under side Of the foot-rug as q
shoe-polisher. It was the ingenious
procedure of man who was used to
being out late nights, who made all
things answer all purposes. This rapid
and singularly careless toilet com.
pleted, he centered his concern upon
the moro vital matter Of finances. He
eigns, q horin, and a collection Of bat
tered coppers that would have tickled
the pulse of an amateur numismatist.
! mo vintage tonight, my boy; no
long, fat Havana, either. A bottle Of
| stout and a few rags of plug.cut;
that's the pace we'll travel this eve
ming. The United Romance and Ad.
venture Company is not listed at pres.
ent. II it was, I'd sell a few shares
| on my own hook. The kind Lord
knows that I've stock enough and to
spare" He laughed again, but with.
out the leaven Of humor. when the
fool-killer snatches up the last fool,
let rogues look to themselves: and
fools are getting scarcer every day.
"Percival Algernon! o age of po
cts! wonder. does he wear high col.
lars and spats, or has she plumbed
him accurately? She Is generally
right. But man changes some in
| seven years. I'm an authority when 1t
| comes to that. Look what's happened
| to me in seven years! First, Horace,
We shall dine. then we'll smoke our
pipe in the billiard-room, then we'll
softly approach Percival Algernon
| and introduce him to Sinbad. This in.
| dependent excursion to Bagdad was
| stroke on my part; It will work into
the general plan as smoothly as If it
had been grooved for the part sinbad.
I might just 40 we'll have assumed
that name: Horace Sinbad. sounds
we'll and looks WELL" He mussd in
silence. his hand gently rubbing his
chin: for he did possess the trick OF
talking aloud. in low monotone, .
habit acquired during periods Of lone
hness, when the sound Of his own
voice had succeeded In steadying hia
lettering mind. T@ -
What woman. what q wife, she
would have been to the right mani
Odd thing, Q man can do almost any.
thing but direct his affections; they
must bo drawn. She was not for him:
nay, not even on desert isle. Doubt
less he was fool. In time she would
have made him rich man. Alack!
1t was always the one We pursued
l h0t kA~l
| pursued W. a
I'm afraid Of her: and there YOU
are. There isn't man living who
has gone back Of that Mona Lisa smile
| Of hers. II she was tho last woman
and was the last man. don't say
| He hunted for cigarette. but failed
to ind one. almost at the bottom
boy; the winter Of our discomfort, aue
no sun Of York to make 1t glorious
| Twenty.four hundred at cards, and to
lose it like tyro! Wallace has taught
me all he knows, but I'm a BOBBY.
Twenty-four hundred. firms money.
It's failing Of mine, the firms money.
But, damn it all, can't cheat man
1t cards; I'd rather cut his throat"
He found his pipe, and careful
search Of the corners Of his coat-pock-
cts revealed meager pipeful Of to-
bacco. He picked out the little balls
Of wool. the ground-conee, the cloves,
and pushed the charge home into the
crusted bowl Of his briar.
ITO the devil with economy! A
pint Of burgundy ana = perfecto II
they hale US to Jail for it. I'm dead
tired. I've seen three corners in hell
in the past two months. I'm going az
far ~ four sovereigns will take me.
/. Fortune Chedsoye." His blue
eyes became less hard and his mouth
less defiant. Il repeat. the heart
should be nothing but pump. 9th
| erwise 1t gets in the way, becomes an
obstruction, q bottomless pit. Will
power, that's the ticket can face q
lion without an extra beat. can face
the various countenances OF death
without an additional futter: and yet.
| I'M