Rock Island Argus. (Rock Island, Ill.) 1893-1920, 1913-08-30

Enthusiastically handsome Fowler Sis
tiers. His expressive 'chawmed" was
in direct contrast to his ordinary man
ner of acknowledging an introduction.
Mr.. Medcroft the famous archi
tect, you know" explained the enyious
Mrs. Rodney.
"Oh, yes. know drawled Mr.
Odell-Carney. You American archi-
tects are doing great things. pom my
soul" he added UNANIMOUSLY Brock
stuck his eyeglass in tighter and hem
med with raucous precision. Mrs.
Medcroft stiffened perceptibiy.
"Oh. but he's Hoxbury Medcroft. the
great English architect" cried Mrs.
Rodney IN some little confusion.
OdeIl-Carney suddenly remembered.
He glared hard at Brock The Rod
neys saw signs of disaster
"Oh. by JOve! Are you the fellow
who put those new windows in the
Chaucer Memorial hall? Pom me soul.
Are you the man who did that?"
There was no mistaking his manner.
He was distinctly annoyed.
Brock faced the storm coOlly for his
friend Medcroft's sake. Il am Rox-
bury Medcroft, if that's what you
mean. Mr. Odell-Carney."
Il know you're Medcroft. but, hang
it all, wOt ! asked was. did you design
those windows? Cad, sir. they're the
laughing sensation of the age. Where
the devil did you get such ideas-eh.
wOtE" His wife had calmly. diplo-
matically interviewed.
II hate that man" said Mrs Med
croft TO her supposed husband a few
minutes later. There was Il dangerous
red in her creeks. and she was breath
I ing quickly. Brock gave an embar-
| raised laugh and mentioned something
audibly about stupid ass"
The entire party left on the following
/ day for Innsbruck. where Mr.. Rodney
| already had reserved the better part
of whole floor for himself and guests.
/ Mr.. Odell-Carney. before they left Mu-
/ mich. brought himself to the point of
I apologizing to Brock for his peppery
remarks.
He was very sorry ard all that.
and he hoped they'd be friends: but
the windows were atrocious. there was
! no getting around that His wife
smoothed it over with Edith by confd.
| ing to her the lamentable truth that
| poor Odell-Carney hadn't the remotesi
idea what he was talking about halt
| of the time. After carefully looking
Edith over and finding her valuabIy
bright and attractive she cordially ex-
pressed the hope that she would come
to see her in London.
1--WE must know each other better.
my dear Mrs. Medcroft." she had said
smiably. Edith thought Of the famous
drawing rooms in Mayfair ard exult-
ed vastly. And Mr.. Medcroft too
am so interested in men who have a
craft. They always are worth while
really, don't you know. How Ike ar
American Mr. Medcroft is, | daresay
he gets that from having lived so long
with an American wife. And what {
darling baby. She's wonderfully lik.
Mr.. Medcroft don't you think: NJ
one could mistake that child's father
never"
Edith may have gasped and looked
wildly about in quest OF help. but hel
agitation went unnoticed by the new
friend From that momentous houl
Mrs. Medcroft encouraged an inordi
nate regard for the circumspect. Sh,
decided that IT was best never to b.
alone with her husband The future
was now too precious to go unguardeC
for single moment that might be I'm
explainabie when the triumphal houl
OF revelation came to hand. She i'm
pressed this fact upon her sister. witt
the result that. while Brock was neve
: alone with his prudent wife. he wa.
seldom far from the side Of the adora
bic lieutenant AS if precociously pro