Newark evening star and Newark advertiser. [volume] (Newark, N.J.) 1909-1916, 1913-07-26
THE RED BUTTON

you're a wonder of the world" he
said.
1--WE always maintained that" she
replied, her old self dancing in her
|dimples.
Martin MCGEE, who had never per-
oeived that an intelligent woman may
look twenty and forty in successive
hours-whose heavy police mind, in
short, had little skill to weigh finer
values-knew not that love goes by
contrasts, that the Lord Archer
smites never SO surely and certainly
as in the moment when Jealousy or
suspicion are departing. He never
understood why his defenses fell all
at once, why his arms, working as
though in defiance of his will, enctr-
cled Rosalie LIE Grange.
When, a month before. Martin so
exploded in her presence, Rosalie had
wrenched herself away. If she lay
unresisting in his arms now 1t was
because she had seen his face. And
Resale LIE Grange knew above all
things how to read faces. She yield
ed her waist, but not yet her lips.
Martin" she asked softly, lis this
on the level?"
tits on the level, Rose. Rose, l
don't care-for anything. I want you
to marry mel"
The doorkeeper had been told not
to disturb Inspector MCGEE. We will
join the doorkeeper. 1t seems more
tactful. Let us merely glance in on
them ten minutes later. They are
seated again; and MCGEE Is patting
her hand, ponderously but yet softly.
Rosalie's eyes, usually so big and
gfave-in such contrast with her
smiles and her dimples-are shining
as we have never seen them shine be-
fore.
How did 1t come" said Martin,
that you could ever take to a great
big COW of fellow like me?"
The mischief danced in her dimples.
Because you are so big an NUT
ton-headed!" she said. Then the
dimples went away, and the eyes
again reigned over her expression.
Because you're a real man, Marty.
Because you've plugged ahead and
done things, an because you're
brute, too, 1 guess. 1t amt good for
a man to be too kind an smart.
That's for the woman-that's my
part in this combination. An be-
sides, the way your hair grows in
front is cute"
Jaw, cut that out, Rosalie-this in
a tone of infinite tenderness-a tone
as playful as COMFORTS with the dig
nifty of an inspector.
And-but we had better rejoin the
doorman.
Only we should glance in just once
more. Inspector MCGEE, as though
struck with a sudden humorous idea,
is saying:
TITS funny, Rosie-here we've got
engaged-and l don't know your real
name!"
That's how I'm sure you love me,
Martin. When folks are in love. they
don't ask no questions. Well. it's
Rose Granger, if you've got to know,
born Smith. A widow-sod, not grass.
/ married Jim Granger. He was no
good. but l cared for him till he died.
You've got thirty years or so-be-
cause 1 sense we'll both live long-to
listen to what Jim Granger did to me.
w y We OlhCI tiillEo " Tain dOOht ~ -.
Marty, you haven't given me an en-
gagement present"
You'll get a diamond solitaire as
soon as can beat it up town." said
Martin.
''Somethin' else first. I want you
to fix it so the New York Police De-
partment makes an awful bluff at
findin Juan Perez-an' never looks in
the right place"
81 guess I can promise that"
laughed Inspector MCGEE. Less than
a half an hour before, he had been
talking about his duty; but ones
ideas of duty vary according to the
shifting lights of circumstances.
AN for a weddin present" pur-
sued Rosalie, 81 guess you can see
that this poor sister never gets put
through"
THAT'S easy, too" replied MCGEE.
"Say-now that everything is fixed
up, where's that Estrilla-Perez per-
son, anyhow? What did you do with
him?"
"That information is goin' to be
my weddin' present to you,'' re-