Metropolis weekly gazette. (Metropolis, Ill.) 1???-19??, 1913-05-16

nation then and there, especially
when his demure fancee had rallied
him upon his reserve and his absent
air. Matter enough, surely. to upset
the most loyal and devoted man !
And this Philip? Who was hep The
only man he knew who owned that
name was Phil Marquette, dark, sin
ister-looking, half French--the very
man for intrigue; but he was sure bis
innocent Marjorie had never met
that adventurous youth.
"Well, one thing is certain" Dick
announced to the determined face in
the glass. "This thing is going to
be settled tonight III make Ma
jorie tell me what It means, or"
A threatening shake of his head fin
ished the sentence, and he plunged
into his overcoat and out of the front
door with an air Of finality.
The placid Swedish maid, who by
this time knew his status in the
family, smiled broadly as she let
him in. "Mees Marjorie in de lib'ry."
she volunteered. q guess maybe You
go right in" And she left him. He
walked toward the doorway, bus was
halted abruptly by Marjorie's voice.
raised in unmistakable distress and
Indignation. Il have given yon no
cause to presume in this way. Philip
Sir, if you attempt to kiss me again
| shall call for help. Yes. arm ex~
pecting every moment one who has
proved himself noble-ona to whom
my happiness is dearl" All. she vas
expecting him. Dicks chest ex-
panded at the sweet confidence il her
voice. lie would prove 10 his perse-
euted darling that her faith was JUS
tilted He again her voice, close
to the portieges, aud heavy with APP
prehension, as she soliIoquized ss'Oh,
Why. Why doesn't Arthur come?
Why should be be late, tonight. IN
my hour Of need 2"
Dick stood petriiied by This new
complication. Arthur? A little IN
voluntary groan Of perplexity es-
capped him and betrayed bis presence
to those in the library. ~Hide in the
alcove--quiek p came Narjorie's
terrified whisper; I'll draw the cur
tains = Dick set his teeth and
walked in, straight up Il, Marjorie,
who stood before the alcove, breath.
ing fast, with red checks. trying to
regain her conposure and look as
though her low-cut gown Of flaming
nasturtium satin was her usual choice
choice for a quiet evening at hcme
Marjorie said Dick. firmly II
can't stand this mystery any longer !:
You know I'm not q buttinsky' by
nature, but il does seem 10 me I've
right TO know the meaning Of a
few things | couldn't help overhear-
ing Why do you admit this cad,
Philip, who ID annoying your And
who is Arthur, and what right has
hep Then relenting, az she turned
away suddenly TO hide her face in her
hands, Sweetheart, what is troub~
ling yous Can't you trust me 90
help you2"
She threw herself on the sofa, hcr
face still hidden, shaking with hys-
ferieal emotion, while he waited help
lessly. @0h, Dick, dear" she
gasped then risirg, she walked
toward the aicoye curtains. ''Phil-
ip," she called feebly, ~come out and
we'll 'fess upge
From the alcove stepped a slim
figure in evening clothes, high bat
and long overcoat, which The owner
drew about him nodestly and sub
sided into large easy chair. A sec
ond glance al the face. with its
dark mustache, showed Dick the
laughing eyes and square. boyish
chin of-Nanl Marjorie collapsed
again into helpless laughter. while
Dick stared. with slow grin Of COM
prehension. Nan removed the mus
tache. and tenderly felt her upper
lin