The daily telegram. [volume] (Clarksburg, W. Va.) 1901-1926, 1912-09-12


- Y.1l sign this paper s. % l5EEe
me that & win under no circl tleeg
pass out o. your pos8G--lloa @ lc1r
Of my boys lnlaeFitanee. Do ~ prem.
1se me- thatT
Il promise you that" replied Ran.
Golph Mason.
Then conducted st. George Elair-
aeId Porter and hts retinue TO . no
farY public and the clerk OF 4 court
OF record, had Mrs. Porter properly
8dentided and the paper signed ana ex-
ecuted a. its terms required The
young gentleman labored for my en-
tertainmeut on the way. He pointed
out the various colored "gups draw
ing carriages. the "meoWs" summing IN
the doorWays. the "siggIes| singing =
the green trees OF the park aud onre.
Cor the better safety Of US all. lashed
HoW=de7do Soundly with the dogswhip.
We parted at Twe1tydrst street,
friends, one looking On there would
have sworn, TN death
When returned with the executed
paper Randolph Mason seemed al
ready 70 have forgotten the interview.
BE was writing at his table, stopping
now and then to consult digest, open
among other books before him I
waited for q few moments. then laid
TIE paper between the open pages Of
the digest When he came again to
examine the reference. he picked up
Ghe paper and held It out to me. I
saw that his attention had departed
from Mrs. Porter's ahaIr. took the
paper hack and explained carefully
what e mas.
yes" he replied. without looking
up.
@But, Mr.. Mason" 1 urged. what
shall do with it?"
He wrote on.
Take Il TO the woman and get the
money, he said.
I thought he could not understand
he. wouldohardly direct me to deliver
the paper to the adventures on Long
Island. aller his deliberate promise. I
went again over the case, calling his
attention directly to his word. He
looked up then, his eyes wavering.
PARKS" he said, you disturb me"
should have gone out but for the
memory Of St George Fairfield Por-
teri felt his little fat hand c1inging
to my fingers, his fortune IN my keep
ing. braved Mason before the table.
explained, urged, denounced such an
this paper spre2d the contract open
above the sheet that he was writing.
He spring up then, his eyes blazing,
his cIenched hand hammerinE the Ia
bic.
You vex me-" he said, you harass
me. What do you want?"
ct want to know what 70 90 with
this paper" responded.
What to do with it?" he cried Il
told you; Go out now"
Then he dropped back into his chair,
Obvious again to his surroundings.
I felt that had done al that it was
possible for me to do. II he were de-
termired to violate his word, why,
then, doubtless he had a 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 a sup
posedly meaningless interruption? ]
feared It
Nevertheless, I 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 or the border - the
Sound. a few ancient tFees contrasting
their green with it's silver gray. A
yacht hung out beyond in the water.
I left the chauffeur with the car be-
fore the door, and Knocked. By a mis-
take OF the maid was taken at once
into the presence OF Suzanne Kinsky.
AS q highly-colored incident, this
scene remains strikingly vivid. It
seems yet rIut of proportion to other
events of lie, although it 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 bully
packages OF currency. A little, dark.
g1ossy-hatred woman, ro6ed In = jap
1nese wrapper. was writing at . desk
Al man. whom instantly recognized
an q notorious attorney Of New York,
oA1O Levin Howell, the famous coUn-
SCI OF actors. adventurers, criminals
With HIIed 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 astopish-
ynent- For q moment he waA too
s.:=rcor to SPEAK, then he began to
Htammer.
Good hea1sns!" he said. this Is
not my mariner. This IS Mr.. Parks,
- Ill.