The Brookings register. [volume] (Brookings, Brookings County, S.D.) 1903-1971, 1913-11-13

said in the office that you'd gone to
bed, Brock. Now that I recall It.
they said It In a very odd way too.
In fact. one Of the clerks asked II
had 1t In for you too"
"You were here all nightY" murmur-
ed Constance In plaintive misery.
"well, not precisely all night. Con-
ME. Half Of it." replied Roxbury.
"Brock, you ass. L telegraphed you |
was coming and asked you to meet me
at the station. telegraphed twice
from London and
Don't call me an ass" grated
Brock. why didn't you send EN- tc
me as Medcroft? | haven't been Brock
until this very morning"
"'Pon my soul. Brock, 1t was rather
stupid Of me-" he confessed ~sheepish-
ly. But, you see." with an inspired
smile, lone Of EN- was to congratulate
you on winning Connie. By Jove. you
know, l couldn't very well address
that one to myself"
"But-but he hadn't won me-" STAN
mered Constance Fowler.
Edith" said Roxbury, deep reproach
in his voice, you wrote me that a
week ago." Edith merely squeezed his
arm.
Odell-C Carney came forward and ex-
tended his hand. Permit me to intro
duce myself, sir. l am George Odell-
Carney. 1t has given me great pleas
ure to serve you without knowing you.
In my catalogue Of personalities you
have posed intermittently as a dem
betrayed lover, a successful lover and
a lot Of other things l can't just now
recall. Acting on the presumption that
you might have been a friend In dis
tress, / worked hard In your interest.
Now l discover. to my qualification.
you are a perfect stranger. whom !
am proud to meet. Permit me to offer
my warmest Fluctuations and to as
sure you that Mr.. Brock will make a
splendid brother-in-law." He hesitat-
ed a moment and then went n $50
you are the chap that really put In
those c'nfended memorial windows.
Pom me word. sir. they are the rot
tenest'-
Carney" came the sharp reminder
from his wife.
81 should have said" revised Mr..
Odell-Carney. you are the chap who
played the deuce with the building
grafters in the county council. Re-
markable"
EYES," said Roxbury, striving to
grasp something Of the situation as 1t
appeared to the other. 1--WE beat them.
The bill is lost. 1t will never go to
the council. The subcommittee will
not recommend it. Thanks, Brock, old
man. You have saved London a good
many millions, l daresay. 1t was you
who did it after ALL"
Before Toe the hotel was agog with
the full details Of the remarkable sto-
ry. Cabled dispatches in the newspa.
pers gave the gist Of the clever trick
played by the Medcrofts. and the whole
Of England was to ring with the stories
of Mrs. Medcroft's pluck and devotion.
The management Of the Tirol implor-
ed the Medcrofts to remain-forever!
The bank and the police were profuse
In apologies and explanations. and Mr..
Citizens departed by the first train.
Freddie Ulstervelt, killing two birds
with n stone. arranged a splendid
dinner for that night in honor of the
prodigal husband of Edith and also in
open compliment to the vivacious
Mile. LIE Brun.
Later In the day 1t occurred to him
that he might just as well kill three
birds as two. so he planned to an
nounce the betrothal Of Miss Fowler
and Mr.. Brock, the wedding to take
place a fortnight hence in Mayfair.
The Rodneys were invited to ''stop
over" for the spread. 1t is left for the
reader to supply the answer to this
simple question:
Did they stop over?
H END.