Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1913-03-28
CHAPTER lv.-continued.

her eyes riveted on the hair-dresslng,
her subconscious mind making notes
of the disposition of every coil, his
names J. D. Buford. And I'd like
you to guess what he is! An actor,
a stage player. He's been playing all
up the state from Los Angeles and
was going down to Sacramento to
keep an engagement there. 1t just
tickles me to death to have an actor
in the house. I amt never seen one
close to before"
The last hair-pin was adjusted and
Miss Cannon studied the effect with
a hand-glass.
"An actor" she commented, run
ming smoothing palm up the back of
her head, that's just what he looked
like, now think of it, Perhaps he'll
act for us. l think it's going to be
lots of fun being showed up at Ante
lope."
The sound Of a voice crying Cora"
here rose from the hallway and that
young woman, with a languid delib-
Grafton Of movement, as of one who
obeys a vulgar summons at her own
SiSSdhL ISloulSp lOSS dLlu uSpoi tSui
apologizing for having to go so soon.
A few minutes later, the hour of sup
per being at hand Rose followed her.
She was descending the stairs when
"a commotion from below, a sound of
voices, loud, argumentative, rising and
falling in excited chorus, hurried her
steps. The lower hall, lit with lamps
and the glow of it's stove, heated to
translucent red, was full of men. A
current of cold could be felt in the
not atmosphere and fresh snow was
melting on the floor. Standing by the
stove was q man who had evidently
Just entered. Ridges of white lay
caught in the folds Of his garments;
a silver hoar was on his beard. He
held his hands out to the heat and
as Rose reached the foot of the stairs
she heard him say:
well, tell you that any man that
started to walk up here from Rocky
Bar this afternoon must have been
plumb crazy. Why, John l.. Sullivan
couldn't do 1t in such a storm"
To which the well-bred voice of
Willoughby answered:
But according to the message he
started at two and the snow was hard
ly falling then. He must have got
good way. past the Silver Crescent,
when the storm caught him."
A hubbub of voices broke out here.
and. seeing her father on the edge
of the crowd, Rose went to him and
.plucked his sleeve, murmuring:
whats happened? What's going
on?"
He took his cigar out of his mouth
and turned toward her. speaking low
and keeping his eyes on the men by
the stove.
"The telegraph operator has just
had a message sent from Rocky Bar
that man started from there this
afternoon to walk up here. They
don't think he could make it and are
afraid he's lost somewhere. Perley
and some of the boys are going out
to look for him"
What dreadful thing! In such a
storm! Do you think they'll ever
find him?" F-a
He shrugged. and replaced his cigar
in his mouth.
"Oh. i guess SO. If he was strong
enough to get on near here they ought
10. But it's just what the operator
says. The feller must have been
plumb crazy to attempt such thing.
Looks as If he were a stranger In the
country" s
TITS a sort of quiet. respectable
way OF committing suicide" said the
voice OF the actor behind them.
Rose looked over her shoulder and
saw his thin, large-featured face, no
longer nipped and reddened with cold,
but wreathed in an oDsequious and
friendly smile which furrowed it with
deep lines. Her father answered him
and she turned away, being more in
terested in the preparations for the
search party. AS she watched these
she could hear the desultory conver.
sation behind her, the actors con-
ments delivered with an unctuors,
elaborate politeness which, contras,ed
with her fathers gruff brevity. made
her smile furtiyely 70 herself.
Supper was an animated meal that
evening. The suddenly tragic interest
that had developed drew, the little
group of guests together with the
strands of common sympathy. The
Judge and the actor moved their seats
to the Cannons' table. Cora was sent
to request the doctor--a young man
fresh from his graduation in San Fran
cisco who took his meals at the bach
elor's tabie-to join them and add the
weight OF medical opinion to their
gurmises as to the ;rayeier's chances
of survival These, the doctor
thought. depended as much upon the