The Mellette County pioneer. [volume] (Wood, Mellette County, S.D.) 19??-1971, 1912-11-08
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this paper" responded.
| What to do with it," he cried. I
told you! Go out now"
Then he dropped back into his chair,
oblivious again to his surroundings.
| I felt that had done all that IL wss
possible for me to do. II he were de-
| termlned to violate his word. why,
then. doubtless he had n surfcient rea-
son for Il. Perhaps the divorce was
not invalid after all. At any rate re
was the person In authority, the ore
responsible But had his mind re-
turned to this matter? Did he under.
stand what / was asking? Was re
not. In fact, merely annoyed by srp-
posedly meaningless Interruption /
feared II.
Nevertheless, I obeyed him. toels
| motor-car and went down to t1e
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 highly -colored incident. this
scene remains strikingly vivid. 1t
seems yet out Of proportion to other
events Of life. although 1t continued
perhaps not twenty minutes.
The room into which 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 q Jap
anese wrapper. was writing at desk.
A man. whom l instantly recognized
as a 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 I'm
gers drumming on the pane. He
turned around and regarded me with
an expression of profound astonlsh.
ment For q 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 a 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 Infatuated 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 a weasel's.
What do you want?" she said in
English, biting at each word as 1t
came out.
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
a convict. escaping from the death cell
would have acted. II, as he climbed
the wall, q guard had touched him.
and, turning about desperately to meet
bullet, he should be handed re-
prieve. The woman and her attorney
carried the contract to the desk,
spread 1t out. read 1t and re-read 10
absorbingly. surely as that convict
would have done his pardon. Then
they talked whisperingly together
while l waited. Finally, the attorney
spoke to me. holding the contract In
his hand.
IF you will pardon me a 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 a
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 1t 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
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 1t. ! think you
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