Shoshone journal. [volume] (Shoshone, Idaho) 1884-1931, 1912-09-06

Old Martin admitted Dick Quintin
to his fathers house, and, beyond the
first incredulous stare into the empty
darkness behind the young man, hs
showed no sign Of surprise at his
masters return.
"Where is my father. Martini de
manded Dick as he turned his lug
gage over to the butler
I'm the library. Master Dick" said
the servant, throwing open the door
OF Mr.. Quintin's spacious private room.
AS the door closed behind Dick two
forms arose from the high backed
chairs on either side of the wide
hearth One was his father, staring
and incredulous as Martin had been;
the other was Amy, his sister, her
fair face pale and startled.
"Why. son, what is the matter?"
asked the elder man as he approached
the dazed looking youth.
Something dreadful has happenedr'
cried Amy clinging TO her brothers
arm. "Oh. Dick, what is the matterT'
Nothing has happened" returned
Dick, with an air Of irritation. as 1t
so unusual for me TO return 10 my
fathers house;"
1T is unusual under the circum-
stances" said Mr.. Quintin, with a
warning gesture toward his daughter.
you must have some explanation 10
offer us for your sudden return to-
night"
Dick Quintin rubbed mis- head
thoughtfully. Every time his hand
touched the lump raised by that blow
from the strangers suit case he
WINGED with pain. He felt 4 great de-
sire for sleep. and he longed to throw
himself down on the fur rug on the
hearth and lose himself in the bless
ed Inconsistencies Of slumber He
yawned prOdigiOusly. excused himself
and turned to his father. who waited
impatiently for his reply There was
visible strain Of anxiety abC ut the
old mans face.
Tell ME what you are doing down
bare tonight, Dick" he commanded.
'Why-why. l came down 10 see
Cynthia Dewbury," said Dick. relieved
at last TO find that he could remember
why he had come down.
Cynthia Dewbury,' repeated his
father sternly.
Cynthia Dewbury, Oh Dick Quiu-
tin" shrieked Amy. shaking his arm
vigorously, you ought to be ashamed
of yourself"'
Dick stared duly at them. Il have
a very bad headache" he said soberly.
IF you'd fix me up brOmO | think
I'd feel better. sis He sank down
in a big chair and nodded drowsily.
His father bent above him and looked
closely at the young mans pale, clear
cut face. He thought ii looked UNI
white, and there was heavi-
ness about the eyes that alarmed him.
Il thought he was intoxicated at
first" he muttered to himself as he
left the room aud locked himself in
the telephone booth. As he passed
the hall on his way back to
the library he spoke to the waiting
Martin. "Dr. Gray will he here pres
emily; send him into the library, Mar
tin"
Eyes, SIR said Martin.
In the library Amy was mixing the
foaming drink in tumbler, and Dick
drank 1t greedily.
Gee, but my head feels awful he
as he sank back in his
chair and went directly TO sleep.
Or. Gray arrived and listened to
what the father and sister of Dick !
Quintin had to say.
Queer. confoundedly queer, / must /
admit" he commented as he bent over /
the young man. said he came down !
see to Cynthia Dewbury. eh?"
YES" said Mr.. Quintin, with dry |
Ups.
Used TO think lot of herr" asked |
he physician musingly.
Mr.. Quintin's face wore look of I
lispleasure. THAT was I'm Dicks /
days. doctor. Under the cir /
,umstances one could hardly expect |
hat he had not recovered from any
,rior attachment" he said signif- /
'antly.
"Hardlyr' CALCULATED DIR. Gray. run
ling his fingers skillfully over Dicks
lead. "Ah. young man. hurt you that