Audubon Republican. [volume] (Audubon, Iowa) 1894-1925, 1913-01-09

| TWO.
thisD "A fellow brought me a rug
last night, one of the rarest outside
the museums. How and where he got
it I'm not fully able to state. But
! he had been in a violent struggle
somewhere, arms slashed, shins bat
tered. He admitted that he had gone
in where many shapes of death
lurked. It was a bit irregular. /
bought the rug, however. Some one
else would have snatched 1t up If |
hadn't. / wanted him to recount the
adventure, but he smiled and refused.
tell you what 1t is, these eastern
ports are great places"
How Interestingly" Mrs. Chedsoye's
color was not up to the mark "He
was not seriously wounded?"
ooh, no. He looks like a tough in
dividual. I mean, chap strong and
hardy enough to pull himself out of
| pretty bad holes. He needed the
| money"
did he give his name?" asked For
tune.
Eyes; but no doubt 1t was assumed.
Ryanne, and he spelt 1t with an me-
and humorously explained why he did
So"
'Ts he young, old, good-looking, or
what?"
Mrs. Chedsoye eyed her offspring
through narrowed lids.
Il should say that he was about
thirty-five, tall, something of an ath-
lete; and there remains some indica-
tions that in the flush of youth he was
handsome. Odd. He reminded me Of
young man who was on the varsity
eleven-foot-baller- / entered
my freshman year. ] didn't know him,
but was a great admirer of his from
the grand-stand. Horace Wadsworth
was his name"
Horace Wadsworth. Fortune had
the sensation of being astonished at
pen.
Just before going down to dinner
that night, Fortune turned to her
mother, her chin combative in its
angle.
II gave Mr.. Jones a hundred and
fifty pounds out of that money you
left in my care. Knowing how forget
full you are, took the liberty Of at
tending to the affair myself"
She expected a storm, but instead
her mother viewed her with apprais-
ing eyes. Suddenly she laughed mel
lowly. Her sense of humor was too
excitanle to resist so delectable sit
uation.
you told him, of course, that the
money came from me?" demanded
Mrs. Chedsoye, when she could con-
troll her voice.
Surely, since it did come from
you"
my dear, my dear, you are to me
like the song in the Mikado;" and she
hummed lightly
"'To make the prisoner pent
Unwillingly represent
A source of innocent merriment,
or innocent merrimentP"
"Am I a prisoner, them"
Whatever you like; 1t can not be
said that ever held you on the leash,
taking a final look into the mirror.
what is the meaning Of this rug?
You and know who stole It,"
Il have explicitly warned you, my
child, never to NEEDLE with affairs
that do not concern YOU"
Indirectly, some of yours do. You
are In love with Ryanne, as he calls
himself"
my dear, you do not usually stoor
to such vulgarity. And are you GER
tain that he has any other name?"
"If were / should not tell you"
"Oh!"
"a man will tell the woman he
loves many things he will not tell
the woman he admires."
CAS- wise as the serpent" bantered
the mother; but she looked again into
the mirror to see If her color was still
what 1t should be. Sand whom does
he admire?" the Mona Lisa smile hov,
ering at the corners Of her lips.
"You." evenly.
| Mrs. Chedsoye thought for q mo-
ment. thought deeply and with new
l $500 - 1890 -AilS