New Ulm review., 1913-11-05

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"Whsrs the devil did you get such
idsas-sh, wot7'
Enthusiastically handsome Fowler sis
ters- His expressive ''chawmed" was
In direct contrast to his ordinary man
ner Of acknowledging an Introduction.
''Mr. Medcroft Is the famous archi-
tect. you know" explained the envious
Mrs. Rodney. tr
"Oh. yes, know" drawled Mr..
Odell- Carney. "You American archi-
tects are doing great things. 'pon my
SOUL" he added luminously. Brock
stuck his eyeglass in tighter and hem
med with raucous precision. Mrs.
Medcroft stinened perceptibly.
"Oh. but he's Roxbury Medcroft, the
great English architectv' cried Mrs.
Rodney in some little confusion.
Odell- Carney suddenly remembered.
He glared hard at Brock. The Rod
neys saw signs of disaster.
"Oh. by Jove! Are you the fellow
who put those new windows In the
Chaucer Memorial hall? 'Pon me soul:
Are you the man who did that?"
There was no mistaking his manner
He was distinctly annoyed.
Brock faced the storm coolly for his
friend Medcroft's sake. Il am Rox-
bury Medcroft. if that's what you
mean, Mr.. Odell- Carney"
=. II, know you're Medcroft.: but, hang
it all. wot asked was, did you design
those windows? Cad, sir. they're the
laughing sensation Of the age. Where
the devil did you get such ideas-eh.
wotT His wife had calmly. diplo-
matically interviewed:
II hate that man." said Mrs. Med
croft to- her supposed husband few
minutes later. There was a dangerous
red in her cheeks. and she was breath
ing quickly. Brock gave an embar-
rassed laugh and mentioned something
audibly about "stupid ass"
The entire party left on the following
day for Innsbruck. where Mr.. Rodney
already had reserved the better part
of a whole floor for himself and guests.
Mr.. Odell-Carney. before they left Mu-
mich. brought himself to the point of
apologizing to Brock for bis peppery
remarks.
He was very sorry and all that
and he hoped they'd be friends; but
the windows were atrocious. there was
no getting around that. His wife
smoothed it over with Edith by conf1d-
ing to her the lamentable truth that
poor Odell-Carney hadn't the remotest
hea what he was talking about half
Of the time. After carefully looking
Edith over and finding her valuably
bright and attractive she cordially ex-
pressed the hope that she would come
to see her in London.
''We must know each other better.
my dear Mrs. Medcroft," she had said
amiably. Edith thought Of the famous
drawing rooms in Mayfair and exult-
ed vastly. And Mr. Medcroft too.
I am 50 interested in men who have
craft. They always are worth while
really. don't you know. How like an
American Mr.. Medcroft Is! I daresay
he gets that from having lived so long
with an American wife. And what a
darling baby! She's wonderfully like
Mr. Medcroft, don't you think? No
one could mistake that child's father
never!' ,
Edith may have gasped and looked
wildly about in quest of help, but her
agitation went unnoticed by the new
friend. From that momentOus hour
Mrs. Medcroft encouraged an inordi-
nate regard for the circumspect. She
decided that it was best never to be
alone with her husband. The future
was now too precious to 60 unguarded
for a single moment that might be un-
explainable when the triumphal hour
of revelation came to hand. She i'm
pressed this fact upon her sister. with
the result that. while Brock was never
alone with his prudent wife. he was
seldom far from the side OF the adora-
BILE lieutenant AS If precoclously pro-
vidinc for an ultimate alibi. the f1ckle |
Tootles began to show unmistakabie
signs of aversion for her temporary
parent
Mrs. Rodney. being quite an old
fashioned mother. could not reconcile
herself :, this unfilial attitude ana
provc,y confidcd to her husband that
e. 60, rod Nedcroft was mistreating !
his child behind their backs
"WelI. the poodle likes him anyway.