The Brookings register. [volume] (Brookings, Brookings County, S.D.) 1903-1971, 1913-09-25

instant There. I feel better. ON
my way Is the first American line I've
had in the farce since we left Stutt-
CART
And, by the way, Edith, I'm afraid
I'll have 20 punch OdelLC arney's con
founded head before long. He's get.
ting to be SO friendly to me rs Rox-
bury Mcdcroft that | can't endure him
as Brock"
"l-I don't understand" murmured
Edith %plaintively Constance looked
up with a new interest I'm her ever
s%nrightiy face.
swell. You see, he's working so hard
to square himself with Medcroft for
the break be made about the windows.
that he's taking his spite out on all
American architects. Confound him.
he persists In saying I'm all right. but
God deliver him from those demmed
rotterS. the American builders. He
says he wouldn't let one of us build
a hencoop for him. much less a dog
kennel. Oh. say, Connie, don't laugh,
How would you like 1t if But both
Of them were laughing at him so mer
rily that he Joined them at once. Bur
ton and OBrien. who had come In.
were smiling discreetly.
Come, RoXhury, what do you say to
a good long walk?" cried Constance.
81 must talk TO you seriously about a
great many things, beginning with ego
~joicing in spite Of his numerous limita-
lions.
Upon their return from the delight
full stroll along the mountain side, she
went at once to her room to dress TO
dinner. Brock, more deeply in low
| than ever before, lighted a cigar ant
seated himself I'm the gallery, dubious
ly retrospective in his meditations. HI
was sorely disturbed by her almos
constant allusion to Freddie Ulstervel
and his amazingly attractive ways.
Was it possible that she could be real
ly in love with that insignificant littl,
whipper snapper? He seemed to b,
propounding this doleful question t
the lofty, sphinxlike Waldraster
Spite, looming dark in the path of thu
south.
"Hello!' exclaimed a voice close t
his ear-the fresh. confident voice tina
he knew so well. i've been looking
for you everywhere" Freddie drew
up a chair and sat down at his "goo'
side" The young mar appeared t
have something weighty on his mind
Brock shifted uneasily. IL want to pu
It up to you, Mr.. Medcroft, as man t
man. You are Comics brother-in-lay
and you ought to be able to set m
straight
"Ah, | see" said Brock vaguely.
You do?" queried the other, surpris
and doubt in his face.
mo, should say | don't. don't 70
see," substituted Brock.
II was wondering how you coul
have seen. It's q matter | haven't dis
cussed with any one. I've come t
have a liking for you, Roxbury. Your
my sort; you have a sort of New ior
feeling about You. I'm sure your
enough of q sport to give me unprejt
diced advice. Hands across the Sc;
see? Well. to get right down to tn
point. old man-you'll pardon my plat
speech-I think Constance ought [
marry an American"
Brock sat up very straight. Il thin
t~hat's-that's a matter for Miss Fowle
to determine" he said coldly.
You don't quite get my meaning.
persisted Freddie, crossing his leg
comfortably. Il was trying to make
easy for myself"
you mean. you think she ought I
marry you"
That's it. precisely. How cleve
you are"
But you are sa'd to be engaged {
Miss Rodney" ventured Brock. feelin
his way.
That's just the point, Mr.. Medcrof
We're not really engaged-but almos
AS a matter Of fact, we've got to tn
point where it's really up to me I
speak to her father about 1t. don't 20
know. Luckily I haven't"
Luckily"
Yes; that would have committed m
don't you see. I've been t%entativel
engaged more than a dozen times, br
never quite up to the girls fathe
Now. I don't mind telling you that Nv
changed my mind about Katherin'
She's a jolly good sort, but she's M
Just my sort. / thought she was, but
we'll. you know how 1t is yourself. I'll
hearts a id queer organ. Mine ha
gone back to Constance In the last tw
days. You are her brother-in-law. an
you're a good fellow through an
through. | wan your help. I've g
money to burn. and the family's g
position In the States. ] can take cal
of her as she should be taken care o
No little old six o dat for her. Blu
NJ cOurao ron understand. / can't Quti