The Greenville journal. [volume] (Greenville, Ohio) 1850-1918, 1912-10-31
CHAPTER III.-(continued.)

Georges romance gathered itself for
a flight. Perhaps it was love thwart-
ed and the gentleman with the mus
tache and imperial, in spite of his ami
ability, might be the ogre. Perhaps
1t was love and duty. Perhaps her
lover had gone down to sea. Perhaps
for lovers are known to do such
thlngs) he had run away with the
other girl. II that was the case,
George did not think highly Of that
tentative gentleman's taste. Perhaps
and perhaps again; but George might
nave gone on perhapsing till the
crack o doom, with never a solitary
glimmer Of the true state of the girls
mind. Whenever he saw an unknown
man or woman who attracted his at
tention, he never could resist the i'm
pulse to invent 4 romance that might
apply.
Immediately after dessert the two
rose; and George, finding that nothing
more important than a pineapple ice
detained him, got up and followed. Mr..
Ryanne almost trod on his heels "a
they went through the doorway into
the cosy lounging-room. George
dropped into vacant divan and wait.
ed for his cafe a la Turuue. Mr..
Ryanne walked over to the head.por.
ter's bureau and asked if that gentle.
man would be so kind as to point out
Mr.. George P. A. Jones, If he were
anywhere in sight. He thoughtfully.
not to say regretfully, laid down
small bribe.
"Mr. Jones?" The porter knew Mr..
Jones very well. He was generous.
and treated the servants as though
they We're really human beings, Mr.
Ryanne, either by his inquiry or as
the result of his bribe, went I'D sew.
eral degrees in the porter's estima.
ton. Mr. Jones is over there. on the
divan by the door"
Thanks"
But Ryanne did not then seek the
young man. He studied the ouarrv
from diplomatic distance. No; there
was nothing to indicate that George
Perctval Algernon Jones was in anv
way handicapped by his Arthuresoue
middle names.
No fool, as Gioconda in her infnite
wisdom hath said but romantic tor
ribly romantic, yet, like the timid
bather who puts foot into the water
hnds 1t cold, and withdraws 1t. It will
all depend upon whether he is a real
collector or merely a buyer of rugs
Forward, then, Horace; a SOVEREIGN
has already dashed headlong down the
far horizon" The curse of speaking
his thoughts aloud did not lie heavily
upon him tonight, for these cogitations
were made in silence, unmarked bv
any facial expression. He proceeded
across the room and sat down beside
George. e! beg your pardon" he he
gan, but are you not Mr.. Jones?"
Mildly astonished, George signifjed
that he was.
George P. A. Jones?"
George nodded again, but with some
heat in his cheeks. "Yes. What is
it?" The girl had just finished her
coftee and was going away. Hang this
fellow! What did he want at this mo.
ment?
II Ryanne saw that he was too
much, as the French say, he also per-
ceived the cause. The desire to shake
George till his teeth ratified was in.
stantly overcome. She hadn't seen
him, and for this he was grateful.
You are interested in rugs? mean
old ones, rare ones, rugs that are
bought once and seldom II ever sold
again"
why, yes. That's my business"
George had no silly ideas about trade.
He had never posed as a gentleman's
son in the sense that it meant idle
ness.