The Calhoun chronicle. [volume] (Grantsville, W. Va.) 1883-1984, 1912-05-28
Master and Man

ant. was busting tho apartment on
Madison avenue, New York, In prepa-
ration for his masters return after a
weekend vacation. Everything was
finished save the final touches; the
books were back upon their shelves.
the mirror was, Spotless, even the soil
taire board, with which Lord Jocelyn
was wont TO assuage his moments OF
ennul, shone like ebony. Satisfied at
last with the results OF his labor, Tai
bot put down his buster and sighed
heavily.
It's a bad business" he said sadly.
What is father will say to II | don't
know. But it's i'm I'm sorry for"
He caught sight OF his disconsolate
visage In mirror over the mantel
and shook his fist at It,
SILLY bass" he cried, pounding his
temples; why didn't you save i'm
from that 'ussy? Answer mo that,
Talbot or old your blasted tongue for
newer"
Suddenly. as though seized with an
inspiration, he went to the writing
desk. opened drawer and pulled out
bundle OF letters, from some OF
which he removed the envelopes.
My darling Dick" he read with
disgust. "Dick!" he muttered. Fancy
the likes OF 'er calling i'm Dick! A
common shop girl, that's what she IS,
the mink. Wrapped up is packages
and found e was a lord an set 'er
cap at i'm! Talbot, it's hup to you to
hact. as the Yankees say"
lie turned the sheet and read on, his
lions In which disgust predominated.
When we are one, my darling,
my love shall be yours for ever.
Though you are OF humble birth, and
poor-so 'e's been stringin er, as
'e?-'you are hundred times too good
for me. But my love shall shield
you"
Talbot thrust the letter back into
Its envelope. tied up the package again
AID replaced 1t in the drawer; then
closed the desk
The fact Is. Talbot" he solilo-
quized, Lord Richard. 'e's gone batty
hover designing shop 'ussy, what
amt worth wiping is boots hon. An
hits gone too far now. Talking OF
getting married next week, e is. An
then-then wot? Els ruined, that's
wot. Ar SO. SOMETHING'S got to be
done an you're agoin' to do it."
lie sank intoa chair and buried his
head In his hands. remaining silent
for an appreciable interval At last
he rose abruptly and betook himself
into the hall. He came back, holding
q letter, which he carefully placed
away In his breast pocket. Then, TAX.
Ing the telephone receiver from its
hook, ho called up district messen-
Ger Office
Send me a boy at once" he said.
Can you ave i'm ere inside OF tif-
teen minutes"
The answer was evidently satisfac-
tory, Tor Talbot's face became more
coTiposed. He began strldlng up and
down the room noisily.
It's touch and go" he muttered to
himself. But there's nothink else
to be done. Talbot, you've got to do
it."
Within the period OF time stipulated
the messenger boy arrived and found
Talbot lingering one of his masters
visiting cards. Give this TO Mrs
Schmidt. S4S' East Ninety.frst street"
he commanded. And toll 'er to bring
'er daughter round ere right away.
Tell or" he paused to think OF the
message most likely to succeed in its
purpose-"tell er it's matter of mat.
rimony," he blurted out
"Yessir," said tho boy, grinning.
And 'ere's a dollar and you can
keep the change" Talbot pursued.
Now beat IT,"
The boy popped out of the door and
Talbot watched him scurrylng down
the stairs. He had calculated his
time TO nicely, for hardly had he
disappeared through the front door
when Talbot heard his masters step
upon the hall and withdrew into the
sittingToOm. A minute afterward
Lord Jocelyn entered, flushed With the
exertion of running up five flights OF
stairs.
Talbot, Talbot" he called briskl,,
where the devils the letter."
There's no letter come. sir" said
Talbot.
NO letter? There must be q let
ter. Are you sure you didn't take
one in?"
Quite sure, sir" Talbot rejoined
steadily.
Lord Jocelyn flung himself into his
chair. Then It's all Off, Talbot" he
cried u can't get married tomor.
row"
Which I'm sorry, SIR" said his serv-
ant respectfully. 81 remember sir,
when Mrs. Talbot an I. sir"
"ShN up. you silly old fool" cried
his master In evaporation. do you
understand what this means TO me?
There won't be another English mail
for week now. and haven't five dol.
lars to my name. That's the first time
my remittance has been late / shall
have to postpone my wedding. and
what am ] going TO say 10 Lena? How
can I get married and spend my hon
eymoon on four dollars and a quar-.
teri"
Which would be dimcult. SIR" re-
sponded Talbot
II tell you What" cried his master.
starting up in excitement. Talbot.
you must lend me something. You're
richer than Croesus. Talbot, lend me
five hundred for a week"
Talbot remained discreetly silent.
his eyes cast down.