The daily telegram. [volume] (Clarksburg, W. Va.) 1901-1926, 1913-11-03

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You ought 70 be LETT as you are,s /
said. jerking It her, slor people to
comey-jerlI-"tomorrow TO look aes-.
jerk She came through at that, and
We lay together in the enow and like
70 burst rib laughing.
You'll never be 4 princess, lIisa
Patty" declared. YOU'RE too lowIy
minded"
She sat up suddenly and straight.
ened her sealskin cap on her head.
II wish" she said unpleasantiy. u
Wish yon wouldn't always drag Ia ais
agreeable things, Minnie!"
And she was suIl1y all the way to
the house.
Miss Summers came to my room
that night as was putting my hot.wa.
ter bottle to bed. in baby-blue silk
wrapper with a band of fur around
the low neck--Miss Summers, OF
course, not the hot.water bottle.
"Eelil" she said. sitting down on
The foot Of the bed and staring at me.
Well young woman. for a person who
has never been farther away than Fin.
leyville you do pretty well!"
DO what?" / asked, with the covers
up to my chin.
do what. Miss Innocencei" she said
mochngiy. You're the only red-haired
woman ever saw who didn't look as
sophisticated as the devil. I'll tell you
one thing. though" She. reached down
into the pocket Of her dressinggown
and fbrought up a cigarette and a
match. You never had me fooled for
4 minute" She looked at me over tho
match
Ilay and stared back.
..And another thing she said. q,
never had anyrreal mi lon of marry.
ing Dicky Carter and raising 4 baby
sanatorium. wouidn. have the a cs
% ask Arabelia to live. here"
Tim glad sou feel that way, Miss
Summers, said. I've gone through
lot; I'm. an cid tyqlran In the last
two weeks. NY haiS falling from its
having to stand up en ead half the
( time"
She leaned over and put her cigar.
cite on the back Of my cellulold mir.
ror, and then suddenly she threw back
her5head and laughed.
"Minniel" she said, between fits,
Minnie! AS long as live IN never
forget that wretched boys face! And
the sand boxes! And the blankets
over the windows! And the tarpaulin
over the raftersl And Mr.. Van AL.
styne sitting on the lawnmower! I'd
rather have had my minute in that
doorway than fifty thousand dollars!'
''If you had had to carry out all
those things" began, but she
checked me.
'Iisteni" she said. Somebody with
brains has got to take you young PEG.
pie in hand. You're not able to look
after yourselves. I'm fond Of Alan
Pierce, for one thing, and don't care
to see a sanatorium that might have
been the child Of my solicitude kid.
mapped and reared as summer hotel
by Papa Thoburn. A good fat man is
very, very good, Minnie, but when he
is bad he is horrid."
"It's too late" objected feeblyi
HE can't get it now"
Cant he!" She got up and yawned,
stretching. We'll, I'll lay you ten to
one that If we don't get busy he'll have
the house empty in thirty-six hours,
and bill of sale on 1t in as many
days" Then she told me what she
knew of Thoburn's scheme, and 1t
turned me cold.
Doctor Barnes came to me at the
news stand the next morning before
gymnasium.
well" he said, you look as busy
as a dog with fieas. Have you heard
the glad tidings?"
"What?" asked without much spir.
It I've heard considerable tidings
lately, and not much of It has cheered
me up any"
He leaned over and ran his fingers
up through his hair.
"'You know, Miss Minnie" he said
somebody ought kindly to kill our
friend Thoburn, or he'll come to bad
end"
"shall do it, or will your l said
filling up the chewing gum jar, (AIr
Pierce had taken away the candy
case) T)1si
Doctor Barnes glanced around to
see IL there was anyone near and
leaned farther over.
THE cupboard isn't empty now,".h
said. Not for nothing did / spend
! part of the night in the Dicky-b birds
nest! What do you think is in the
cupboard?"
q know about It," said shortly.
''Liquor-in a case labeled Books
breakable."
Almost a goal. But not only liquors,
my little friend. Champagne-cases OF
it-caviar, canned grouse with truf,
fies, lobster, cheese, fine cigars, every.
thing you could think Of, erotic, ex-
otto and narcotic. An orgy in cane
and bottles, bacchanalian reyel; a
cupboard full of indigestion. Joy, for
getfulness and katzenjammer. Oh, my
/ suffering palate. to have to leave IL all