Baraboo weekly news. [volume] (Baraboo, Wis.) 1912-197?, 1912-03-28

Ordered Cohen.
read. He tore open the note bearing
the Hotel Savoy on the envelope, and
read:
Dear Boy: Will you come around to-
night and see me about five o'clock?
Don't let anything keep you" Ietty
Lane had the habit of scratching out
phrases to insert others, and there was
something scratched Out) 81 want to
talk to you about something very i'm
portant. Come sure. L. L."
Dan looked at the clock; it was aft
er nine, and she would be at the Gaie-
ty going on with her performance.
The other note, which he opened
more slowly, was from Ruggles, and it
began in just the same way as the
dancers had begun:
Dear Boy: [ have been suddenly call
ed back to the United States. AS I didn't
know how to get at you, 1 couldn't.
had a cable that takes me right back. L
get the Lustania at Liverpool and you
can send me a MarcOni. Better make
the first boat you can and come over.
Joshua Ruggles."
Ruggles left no word of advice, and
unconscious of this master stroke on
the part of the old man, whose heart
vearned for him as for his own son,
Dan folded the note up and thought
go more about Ruggles.
When an hour later he came out OF
the Carlton he was prepared Tor the
life of the evening. He stopped at
the telephone desk and sent tele-
gram to Ruggles a. the Lusltanla;
sC,an't come vet awhile; am engaged to
be married to the Duchess of BreakWa-
ter
He wrote this out in full and the
man at the Marconi ''sat up" and
smiled as he wrote, With Lefty Lanes
badly written note in his pocket, and
wondering very much at her summons
of him. Dan drove to the Gaiety, and
at the end Of the third act went back
of the scenes. There were several PEG
pie in her uressing-room. Higgins was
facing her into a white bodice and
Miss Lane before her glass, was put
iuo The rCCoa on her lips.
Hello. you" = n nodded to Dan.
81 am awfuny sorry not to have
shown up at five Just got your note.
Just got in at the hotel; been out OF
town all day"
Dan saw that none Of the people in
the room was familiar to him, and
that they were out OF place in the
pretty brocaded nest One of them
was Jew, a small man with a glass
eye, whose fixed stare rested on Miss
Lane. He had kept on his overcoat,
and his derby hat hung on the back
of his head.
Give Mr.. Cohen the box, Higgins
Miss Lane directed, and bending for
ward, brought her small face close to
the glass, and her hands trembled as
she handled the rouge stick.
Mr. Cohen in one hand held strins
of pearls that fell through his fat fin
gers, as if eager to escape from them,
Higgins obediently placed a small box
in his hand.
Take it and get out of here" she
ordered Cohen. Miss Lane has only
got five minutes"
Cohen turned the stub of his cigar
in his mouth unpleasantly without TAX
ing the trouble to remove it. "I'll take
box" he said rapidly, "and when
get good and ready I'll get out of
here hI1t NOT beforo
Nov see here" Blair began, but
Miss Lane, who had finished her task,
motioned him to be quiet.
please go out, Mr. Blair" she said.
please go out. Mr. Cohen is here on
business and I really can't see any
body just now"
Behind the Jew Higgins looked up
at Dan and he understood-but he
didn't heed her warning; nothing
would have induced him to leave Let.