The Ocala evening star. [volume] (Ocala, Fla.) 1895-1943, 1913-12-03

te-uinedly up the steps ana rang TIE
bell
At that very instant the clock il the
hall began striking ten
First OF all, Van Fechten was struck
by this coincidence Even before in
yentorying the mans senbIance, he
asked himself how many had preceded
him; how many were yet 10 come And
how did they time their arrival 50
nicely?
There had been something furtive
about the second fellows admittance-
Van Vechten recalled: not particularly
OF the mans part, but suggested rath-
CT b. the narrow crack which the open
door at first disclosed, making one
think that the chain had not been r.
leased until after a parley. And then
the aperture had wiGened only enough
for the visitor to squeeze his bulk
through, whereupon the door had
promptly banged shut. Van Vechten
retained merely sense Of absolute
darkness beyond the threshold; not
the slightest glimpse had he caught
OF servant or attendant The door
might have been tended by invisible
hands.
Again he asked himself: Would the
incident be repeated in another hour?
The wait between ten and eleven
o'clock dragged with most exasperat-
ing slowness; but the self-appointed
watchers interest was at such high
pitch that he left his third cocktail IN
tasted.
AS the hour approached, he darted
quick glances along the street in an
ticipation of new arrival. And sure
enough, at a minute or two before the
hour, here came a third muscular, reso-
lute-looking young man, not over-fas
tidiously attired, who was scanning
the house numbers as intently as his
two predecessors had done.
And just as the chimes in the hall
began tolling eleven, he mounted the
steps and rang the bell
Van Vechten scarcely breathed, SO
intently was he following the proceed
ings across the street. AS before, the
door was opened perhaps an inch, a
brief colloQuy patiently ensued, then
the gap widened barely enough for the
young man to squeeze through. And
also as before, the door was slammed
without Van Vechten obtaining the
least glimpse of whatever mysteries
might lie beyond
By now he was taking account of
time only with reference to Number
1913. He was in such a state of mind
that he forgot that he was tired and
sleepy, or that he ever had been bored
Other club MEMBERSHIP few unfor-
tunates anchored to the city-were be-
ginning to drop in, but Van Vechten
was too intent to give any Of them
particular notice until Tom Phinney
arrived.
1t was impossible to ignore Tom
Phinney. Not that Van Vechten want
ed to, because he didn't-as a rule
Their friendship antedated their COL
lege days: which was odd enough II
one cared to sum up the differences
between their two characters Tom
Phinney, never celebrated for his wit
was once inspired 10 epigram by an
appreciation Of these tempermental
dissimilarities, and as his utterance is
not without pith it is worth quoting.
He conided to his right-hand neigh
Dor at certain formal dinner: "Rud-
dy not only belongs to a half of the
world that's not wise to how the other
half lives, but it's the kalf that doesn't
care rap and would be tired to death
if you tried to tell it."
With lazy lifting of one slender
hand, Van Vechten arrested Phinney's
noisy progress across the lounging-
room. AS soon as Tom comprehended
who was hailing him, his good-hu-
mored expression died away with COM
ical rapidity, look of mingled amaze
ment and alarm taking its place