The daily Gate City. [volume] (Keokuk, Iowa) 1855-1916, 1912-07-31

impresSively raised his hat to the
Frenchy little woman just entering
the Aston She looked him full in
the eyes with an impudent stare and
brushed past.
Il say, that's cool now" drawled
young Tillinghast, turning to his com
panion, a modish young fellow. who
would have been perfect as fashion
plate, haG 1t not been for the slight
advantage Tillinghast had Of him in
poise and polish.
who is she? It would hurt less to
admitted the other, watching the trim
little form as 1t disappeared through
the massive entrance.
"MndemoiseHe Flora Flaubert." said
Tillinghast, with flourish of his
slender Piccadilly stick. She mani
cures my sisters face. It's odd, you
know; habit should have caused her
to recognize and respect the bearer
of Tillinghast face. / am iisap-
pointed in Flaubert.''
"Oh, she's the complexion person
from Paris, who's been taking in So
ciety at the Plaza the past six months
Tyson has been glowing of her for a
month. l hope Papa Tyson learns Of
1t in time to keep Tommy from doing
anything silly
Tommy better look out for F1au-
bert" Tillinghast smiled YEARLY, as
he paused on the corner. She's very
clever! Gets her business with her
face. you know, and keeps it with her
hands-and tongue. | have seen
xryhn hoI
charm-and cheek But I'm running
over to the club from here. You're
not coming?"
NO! By-by," replied the other,
starting down Broadway after adding,
I hope you weren't nipped by the
slight frost from Flaubert?''
well, I'll feel an outcast il meet
my sister's milliner and she cuts me, !"
laughed Tillinghast, crossing alone on
Forty-second to Fifth Avenue and go
Ing leisurely to the smoking room of
the Van Rensselaer, Club, where he
cooked his feet on the fender before
the celebrate Jade fireplace, helped
himself to some "V. R." punch his
fathers before him had drunk, and idly
fingered over the morning Herald
though 1t was full afternoon.
He struck an item and read 1t
several times, some Of his languor
leaving him. A friend dropped into
i seat beside him, noted his interest
and queried. Reading the Presi-
dents message, Tillinghast?"
ooh, hello" drawled Tillinghast
looking up and allowing the paper to
slip idly through his longish fingers,
as smooth in texture as fresh bank
notes. No. I'm not concerned in the
street or trusts. Sometimes I'm really
tempted to take flyer in stock so /
can get up an interest in messages to
Congress. the condition Of the country,
the gold standard in Nicaragua, and
that sort Of thing"
81 presume reading the fashions is
more in your line?"
NO" said Tillinghast, with an an
noyed frown. My tailor takes care
Of that. Really, can't bother my
head about cravats and waistcoats;
it's quite bad enough to have to carry
them about
Newspapers are deadly dull, aren't
they?" said the other, switching back.
tits really work to read the news, but
times you know
Personals admitted Tillinghast idly.
One finds such queer things. A
frantic lady, you know, advertising for
lost poodle; deserted wife wailing
her woe through the public prints and
telling Terence to come home, drunk
or sober, defiant or repentant, all be.
Ing forgiyen-but not forgotten"
Why can't people settle their little
domestic troubles through a solicitor
and not get into the awful glare Of
publicity?"
ooh, dare say nobody reads the
Personals" said Tillinghast quickly
they're go impersonal, you know.
Not in our set, Of course But there
are fortune-hunters and the like,
suppose, who use the column continu
ally"
"oh, yes. They're a sordid lot. Now
look at this, for instance" Tilling
hast recovered the paper with an easy
stoop and pointed to the following ad
| vertisement:
ED-Information as to
the whereabouts of Nine Flora
tlauDerI, complexion SpeclallSl,
formerly at the Plaza Address
Miss Macarthur, 244 West 35th St..
City"
Flora Flaubert!" cried Tillinghast'
companion. Why, isn't that the wo
man that young Tyson has been mush
ing about and frothing at the moutl
over. for the past month";"
Yes, presume So answered TIL
| linghast indifferently.
But what's she been getting into?
"Oh. nothing, | suppose. This ad
4 vertisement was probably inserted b.
some frantic customer who found tina
Flaubert had moved away, and didn'
know she could be located at the Al
tor"
You aren't following her goings an
comings, too?" asked the other, rais
ing his eyebrows.
Tillinghast smiled family and shoe
| his bead The other man reread til
| ad and ch,ddarad. "Rr,