Bryan daily eagle and pilot. [volume] (Bryan, Tex.) 1909-1918, 1913-06-27

Mr.. Terrence La
He gave no evidence of interest How
ever. there was a smile of geniaMty on
his countenance as he finished the
brushing of my hair and stood to one
side while I dressed It.
"Does your head feel better nowE
he asked.
"Wery much answered.
"Then perhaps you will come back
tomorrow
"'Assuredly so,' l laughed in an
swer. You are the best doctor ever
knew | reached into my bag and
handed him a $40 bill. He did not go
to the cash register with 1t. Instead,
he took from his pocket three 70 bills
and four ones and handed them to me-
saw that they were absolutely clean
and new, evidently just procured from
some bank that morning. And |
walked from the shop with a little
thump OF gladness in my heart
knew he had been impressed by my
story of wealth and had decided that
he would get portion Of my supposed
fortune.
"And he began to play on me game
of love. The next day when came in
for my usual headache cure he asked
if was not late.
"T hardly think so,' answered,
'why2
Nothing he said slowly. only 1t
lust seemed had been expecting you
for a good while, that's all.
CUTE, wasn't it," Miss Clement
laughed. LET me tell you that Ter
enee Laffan (which wasn't his real
name at al) certainly knew the game
of love. They tell me that barber Is
the most dangerous love-maker in the
world, anyhow; at least, that's what
, the new detectives down at headquar-
ters always have said. And certainly
Terry didn't miss out on any OF the
fine points when he was going to col
lege-."
BARBER college, of course" sup
piled.
"'Here, we're getting away from
the story Miss Clement broke in.
What I was trying to say was that
within the next two weeks. Terry Lar
fan managed to work up the finest
case of love at first sight you ever
, heard of. The fact that he was only
a barber while was supposed to be
rich woman, didn't worry him in the
least. And then the poetry began to
, spring forth. And all the time, under,
, stand, he was changing the bills
+. gave him and handing me back clean
, new money. Once or twice, just to
! see what would happen, l asked him
! what it meant, how he happened al
! ways to have new money. He only
smiled at me. Then he would recite q
: little strain OF mystic verse to me as
7 sat in the chair, something that
would show he was far better read
than |. And then one afternoon came
the clincher. He pulled bit of tissue
5 paper from his pocket and handed il
? to me.
at was thinking of you when
wrote that this noon. It's bit o.
Omar's philosophy. | often pick up
scrap of paper here and scribble OIL
: it.
"And then, read:
= 'Ah love! could you and I with Hin
conspire,
d To grasp this sorry scheme OF things
entire,
Would we not SKATER it to bits ant
G then.
>, Remold it nearer to the Hearts De
% sire?'
N "'Do you mean anything especial b,
= thatY asked in half joking way. HI
- turned quickly, saw that the proprie
tor was out of the shop, and thel
a. came close to me.
IN eyes, do he whispered.
ID "What?' / appeared surprised.
a "Mrs. Marion he said. chat wa
ID my name, you know Have 20
noticed anything queer about tina
er money l have been giving you for tn
last two weeks?'"
re "'No. why?'
I'd because it has all been counte
/ felt, that's ALL
". "He was mine at last! My eye
". danced as he hurriedly went into h
bogus confession of how he ha
,e- learned the secrets of the Bureau I
gs Printing and Engraving at Washin
es ton. He told of his money machin
how it could turn out cash like
AFT much printed calico-and then can
ng the real nubbin Of the whole ana
IL He told me OF his poor old mothe