Baraboo weekly news. [volume] (Baraboo, Wis.) 1912-197?, 1912-08-08

'IlIC COSy lOuuSluS-IOOIu. OSOrS0
dropped into a vacant divan and wait
ed for his cafe la Turque. 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 regretful1y, laid down a
small bride.
"Mr. Jones'" The porter knew Mr..
Jones very well. He was generous,
and treated the servants as though
they were really human beings. Mr..
Ryanne, either by his inquiry or as
the result of his bride, went up 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 quarry
from Diplomatic distance. No: there
was rothing to indicate that George
Percival Algernon Jones was in any
way handicapped by his Arthuresque
middle names.
mo fool, as Gioconda in her infinite
wisdom hath said; but romantic, ter
ribly romantic, yet. like the timid
bather who puts foot into the water,
finds it cold, and withdraws it. 1t 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 by
any facial expression. He proceeded
across the room and sat down beside
George. 81 beg your pardon" he be-
gan, "but are you not Mr.. Jones?"
Mildly astonished, George signified
that he was.
George P. A. Jones?"
George nodded again, but with some
heat in his cheeks. Eyes. What is
to" The girl had just finished her
coffee and was going away. Hang this
fellow! What did he want at this mo-
ment?
If 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
-,,cc--tly over C1nC. Sc hGl-.'t seen
him, and fer this he was grateful
you are interested in rugs? I mean
old ones, rare ones, rugs that are
Loo
again"
why, yes. That's my business"
George had no silly ideas about trade.
He had never posed as a gentleman
son in the sense that it meant idle
ness.
Ryanne presented his card.
How do you pronounce it?" asked
George naively.
CAS- they do in Cork"
81 never saw it spelled that way be-
FORE"
Nothing surprising in that" replied
Ryanne. mo one else has, either"
George laughed and waited for the
explanation.
'You see, Ryan is as good name
as they make them; but it classes
with prize-fighters, politicians and bar
chemists. The two extra letters put
the finishing touch to the name. A
jewel is all right, but what tells is
the way you hang it round your neck.
To me, those additional letters repre-
sent the jewel Ryan in the hands of a
LaliQue."
you talk like an American"
Il am; three generations. What's
the matter?" with sudden concern.
George was frowning. Haven't
met you somewhere before?"
mot to my recollection" A specu-
lative frown now marred Ryanne's
forehead. 1t did not illustrate a search
in his memory for such a casualty as
the meeting of George. He never for
got a face and certainly did not re-
member Georges. Rather, the frown
had it's source in the mild dread that
Percival Algernon had seen him some
where during one of those indisposi
tons of the morning after. mo;
think you have made mistake"
Likely enough IT inst struck me