Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1912-08-06
TIMES REP UBL1OAN. IOWA. AUGUST 1912

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II thought was wanted here7"
''No longer"
IAN right; I'm Oh. I'll sail on the
Prince Ludwig, stateroom lis. III
have my joke by tho way.
"You will do nothing Of the kind.
You will have stateroom by your
SELF" said Mrs. Chedsoye crisply.
"And no wine. nor cards. II you fail.
I'll break you -"
As wo would . churchwarden's
pipe, Wallace. my lad" Ryanne grip:
ped his companion by the shoulder.
and there was enough pressure In the
grip to cause the recipient to vince.
"Wsll, well: I'll lay q straight
course" Wallace slid his shoulder
from under Ryanne's hand.
$40 you. then, Hoddy, the business
" quarantining our friend Percival.
Don't hurt him; simply detain him.
You must realize the Importance of
this. Have you your plans?"
"I'll perfect them tomorrow. shall
flnd way, never fear"
Does the rug come In anywhere?"
| The major was curious. It sometimes
seemed to him that Ryanne did not al.
ways lay his cards face up upon the
table.
1T will play its part. Besides.
am rather inclined to the idea Of tax.
| ing It back. It may be tho old wish.
| ingcarpet. In that case. it will come
in handy. Who knows?"
"How much Is it WORTH"
not say exactly. He gave me thous.
! and pounds for It,"
| "A thousand pounds!" murmured
Wallace.
The major struck his hands lightly
| together. Whether In applause or
wonder he alone knew.
"And it was worth every shilling Of
1t, too. I'll tell you the story some
day. There are a dozen ways Of sup
pressing Percival, but l must have
something appealing to my artistic
side
"You have never told us your real
name. Horace" Mrs. Chedsoye bent
toward him.
He laughed. II must have some
| thing to confess to you in the future,
! dear Gioconda."
"Well, the meeting adjourns, sine
die"
What are you going to do with
E'ortune?" demanded Ryanne.
"Send her back to Mentone."
what the deuce did you bring her
here for, knowing what was in tho
wind?"
"she expressed desire to see
Cairo again." answered Mrs. Ched.
soye.
eve never deny her anything" The
major rose and yawned SUCCESSFULLY.
In the corridor, Ryanne whispered
softly: ''Why net, Gioconda .
!. your stamp" coldly. So -
Charming mother! How tenderly
you have cherished herr"
Horace" calmly enough. lis it wise
to anger mot"
1T may not be wise. but I have
never seen you in q rage. You would
be magnificent" .,.s
E.Cease this foolery," patiently. 81
am in no mood for 1t tonight. AS an
associate In this equivocal business.
you do very we'll; you are necessary.
But do not presume too much upon
that. For all that may not have been
what a mother should be, still have
some self-respect. So long as have
any power over her, Fortune shall
never marry a man SO far down IL
the social scale as yourself"
Social scale? Gioconda, hcw You
hurt mel" mockingly. Il should real
~ like to know what your idea of
taat invincible barrier is.s Is It be-
cause my face is In the rogues gal
lery? Surely, you would not be
cruel!"
"she is far above us all, my friend"
continuing unrufled. Sometimes I
stand in absolute awe of her"
"A marvel! II my recollection Is
not at fault, many man has entered
the villa Fanny, with view to court
ship, men beside whom l am as
Roland to. the lowest Saracen. You
never objected to them"
"They had money and position"
"Magic talisman! And If l had
money and position?"
my objections would be no less
strong"
"Your code puzzles me. You would
welcome as a son-in-law a man who
stole openly the widows mite. while l,
who harass mono, but the predatory
rich, must dwell In the outland? Rank
injustice!"
'Tou couldn't take care oi her"
,'.Yes,SI could. With but little effort
I could make these two hands as hon.
est as the day is long"
Il have my doubts" smiling little.
Suppose, for the sake of an argu-
ment, suppose Fortune accepted me-"
Mrs. Chedsoye's good humor re-
turned. She knew her daughter toler-
ably we'll; the child had horror Of
men. Poor Horace! Do you build
upon that?"
LESS. perhaps. than upon my own
bright invention. My suit, then to DO
brief, is rejected?"
'.Emphatically. have spoken"
"Oh, well; the feminine prerogative
shall be mine. the last word. Good
night: dormi bene!" He bowed
grandly and turned toward his own
room.
(To be Continued.)
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