The San Francisco call., 1913-12-04
Continued from Yesterday

Got something In my pipes-cold,
guess How long will you be goneY'
Half an hour. It's only two blocks.
why don't you go and get Kitty and
bring her over to lunch? Do you
think she would conner"
Why not?--she eats said Dick in
matter of fact tone.
Good Potteri Potter" Then to
Potter, who came from the task of
making up the prodigaps long slept
In bed. he added: Lunch in an hour
for three. Show me what you can
do, Potter. Something a lady will
like
"A lady. sir?" queried Potter in a
very questioning tone.
Miss May"
Yes. sir; champagne, sir
Ken picked up hat and stick, put
his sadly depleted pocket book in his
pocket and removed therefrom a
bulge consisting OF one pair of 16
button gloves.
"Hellol Kittysl Old ones. Throw
them out, Potterr
Nix. She'll need EN-" remarked
Mr.. lie Roy, stepping forward TO the
rescue.
"Aw, cut it. Dick They are badly
wrinkled. I'll buy her dozen pair.
Come on said young Nelson with a
very young manner.
As he stepped into the hall, there
was sudden change in the atmos-
phere.
That boy'-began Potter in an
CRY disgust
And then because the conviction
that the boy was white had dawned
on Dick lie Roy a few minutes before,
the whole story Of the house of Nell
son changed its curse at this mo-
nent. But for that one moment when
Dick spoke his slangy words that
made for fair play. who knows what
would have come to Ken Nelson-and
to Kitty May?
Dick spoke sharply to Potter.
.Cheese: If he's got any one
get him! TELL HIM THE KIDS
| GREAsING A BOARD TO SLIDE
HIMSELF TO HELP
Dick rushed from the room. But
he had still part to play in the life
of young Ken Nelson.
Potter stood thinking a moment.
Then he got the telephone book.
found a number. and standing re-
spectfully, the old servant called the
Alpine apartments and in voice
trembling with all the suppressed
emotion a well trained servant is
never supposed to feel, he spoke to
Charles Nelson of his son.
"Helloi Plaza I'LL? Mr.. Charles
Nelson? Hello, Mr.. Nelson this is
Potter Oh. thank you. sir. Ever
since Mrs. Nelson left the city I have.
at her request. been with Mr.. Ken
meth. Yes, sir No. sir. They call 1t
Bohemian hotel. / shouldn't like to
say what / call ii. sir No. sir. No,
sir. II may be grave presumption on
my part. Mr.. Nelson. but something
must be done about Mr.. Kenneth.
Yes. sir. Drinking very heavily, sir;
and
The old mans voice threatened TO
become far too husky to carry over
the phone. His hands. grown wrin-
most refused to keep the phone before
the trembling and twisting old mouth.
But Potter auieted his tangled nerves.
He was a soldier, not a servant, now.
PoTTER's APPEAL
He went on:
"And. sir; there is a woman. He's
quite mad about her The usual sort.
sir Name of May. Very clever. sir;
and very pretty, too, II may say so,
sir. / can't make her out. He hasn't
much money, but it's easy to see that
she's making a great effort to catch
him. No--no--no. sir; that's queer
part of 1t, sir. He acts as IL he
thought she was a good woman. Yes.
sir. Yes. He is good boy at heart.
and I am fond of him, sir, IL I may
say so, sir, but Ii is very distasteful
TO me, sir; very-this woman and her
frfendsr'
Potter's voice was steady and busi-
nesslike now. At the other end of
the line Charles Nelson was listening
to the story of his boys folly. But
there was nothing to tell the father
that from the wind of his own sowing
his son was reaping the awful whirl-
wind OF Kitty Claire's stormy re-
venge.
There was more for Potter to tell.
'Oh, Mr.. Nelson! Her friendsl All
of them robbing him--and behind his
back, laughing at him. No. sir. MOI
don't think she cares at all for him.
I'VE WATCHED HER AND SOME
TIMES I'VE ALMOST THOUGHT SHE
HATED HIM. 1T worries me sir.
Yes. sir; yes. Thank you, sir If you
would come yourself IF ONLY YOU
WOULD COME YOURSELF Yes, sir.
Not at all, sir. Don't mention ii, Mr.
Nelson. I have sense of deep obli-
cation to you. sir. Yes. sir. Goodby."