Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1912-11-01

this paper" I responded.
What to do with it?" ne cried. Il
| told you! Go out now
Then he dropped back into his chair,
obLyious again to his surroundings.
felt that had done all that it was
possible for me to do. If he were de-
termined to violate his word, why,
then, doubtless he had sufficient rea-
son for it. Perhaps the divorce was
not invalid after all. At any rate he
was the person in authority, the one
responsible But had his mind re-
turned to this matter? Did he under
stand what was asking? Was he
not, in fact, merely annoyed by sup
posedly meaningless interruption? I
| feared it.
Nevertheless, obeyed him. / took
a motor-car and went down to the
residence of Charles Porter on Long
Island. The house, enclosed by enor-
nous hedges, sat on the border Of the
Sound, few ancient trees contrasting
their green with its silver gray. A
yacht hung out beyond in the water.
left the chauffeur with the car be-
fore the door, and knocked. BY mis-
! take of the maid was taken at once
| into the presence Of Suzanne Kinsky.
AS a highly-colored incident, this
scene remains strikingly vivid, it
seems yet out of proportion to other
events of life. although it continued
perhaps not twenty minutes.
The room into which 1 was shown
was Uttered with the light articles of
ocean travel, with heavy coats, rugs,
portmanteaus. In the center of the
room an open steamer trunk was
| packed with stocks, bonds and bulky
| packages of currency. A little, dark,
| glossy-haired woman, robed in jap
anese wrapper, was writing at a desk.
| A man, whom l instantly recognized
as notorious attorney of New York,
one Levin Howell, the famous coun-
sci of actors, adventures, criminals
with filed pockets, was standing at
| the window, his back to me, his fin
| gers drumming xon the pane. He
turned around and regarded me with
an expression of profound astonish-
ment. For a moment he was too
overcome to speak, then he began to
stammer.
"Good heavens!" he said, this is
not my partner. This is Mr.. Parks,
the secretary of Randolph Mason"
The woman writing at the desk
flashed to her feet like cotton touched
with fire. For a step or two she ad-
vanced on me as weasel might upon
some larger creature. Then she
turned viciously on the maid, and
cursed her in French, German and
Italian, until, in the Lorraine peas
ants figure of speech, fly passing
would not have lighted on her.
cleaned an explanation from the
lurid damning. The attorney was ex-
pecting his associate to come for him
in motor, the maid had been direct
ed to admit him at once on his arrival
and, naturally, she had taken me for
the man.
The infuriated woman slapped the
maids face, pushed her out Of the
room, locked the door and turned to
me, her eyes again shimmering bead
lily, like weaseTs.
What do you want?" she said in
English, biting at each word as it
came, out.
l had no wish to be scratched to
pieces, so took the paper out OF my
pocket and swiftly explained my err
rand. The pistol, the scalping-knife,
the acid bottle, instantly vanished. A
moments calm fell and then the sun
flooded that theater of savagery. Thus
convict. escaping from the death-cell
would have acted, If, as he climbed
the wall, guard had touched him,
and, turning about desperately to meet
a bullet, he should be handed re-
prieve. The woman and her attorney
carried the contract to the desk,
spread it out, read it and re-read ~
Accordingly, surely as that convict
would have done his pardon. Then
they talked whisperingly together
while I waited. Finally, the attorney
spoke to me, holding the contract In
his hand.
"If you will pardon me moment,
Mr.. Parks" he said. until verify
these signatures, we will conclude
this matter"
He went out into the hall to a tele.~
phone. ] heard him call the clerk and
the notary. While he talked had
little leisure to examine Suzanne Kin.
sky. Her complexion was of that
deep beautiful olive to be found in the
south Of Austria. Her hair was heavy
with the purple-black gloss of dye, al
thought it was certainly not dyed. Her
figure, fallen now into repose, was
sensuous and dainty; her hands were
especially tapering and beautiful, but
her ankles were thick-the ankles Of
a ballet dancer.
In a few minutes the attorney re-
turned.
"Mr. Parks" he said, 'this contract
seems to have been properly executed.
My client will accept it. think you