The Tacoma times. [volume] (Tacoma, Wash.) 1903-1949, 1914-05-19

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tentedly.
Slower" he shouted to his
smart young man.
Five or six minutes later the
smart young man was driving
slowly along a narrow road be-
tween patent wealth and blatant
semi-gentility.
On the left were good grounds.
shaded by cedar and chestnut, and
on the right a row of hideous lit
tie houses. as pretentious as any
that ever let for forty pounds
within forty minutes of Water
loo.
This can't be it," shouted
Cazalet. 1T cane be here
stop! Stop! | tell you"
A young woman had appeared
in one of the overpowering wood
en- porticoes; two or three swing
ing strides were bringing her
down the little path to the wicket
gate; there was no time to open
II before Cazalet shot his hand
across to get grasp as firm and
friendly as he gave.
"Blanchie!"
Sweep"
They were their two nursery
names, hers no Improvement on
the proper monosyllable, and his
rather dubious token of pris-
tine proclivities.
You aren't a bit altered" de-
clared the man of thirty-three.
with note not entirely tactful in
his admiring voice. But his old
chum only laughed.
"Fiddle," she cried. But
you're not altered enough, Sweep.
I'm disappointed in you. Where's
your beard?"
II had ii off the other day. I
always meant to-" he explained.
before the end of the voyage.
wasn't going to land like a wild
man of the woods, you know"
Weren't you! I call 1t mean"
Her scrutiny became severe,
but softened again at the sight of
his clutched wide-awake and cur
iously charterless, shapeless suit.
You may well look" he cried,
delighted that she should.
They're awful old buds, I know,
but you would think them a won
der If you saw where they came
from; a regular roadside shanty
in forsaken township at the back
of beyond. Extraordinary cove,
the chap who made them: puts
in every stitch himself. learns
Shakespeare while he's at it,
knew"
I'm sorry to interrupt" said
Blanche, laughing, but there's
your taxi ticking up twopence
every quarter of an hour. and I
can't let it go on without warn
ing you. Where have YOU come
FROM"
He told her with a grin, was
roundly reprimanded for his ex-
travagance, but brazened 1t out
by giving the smart young man .
sovereign before her eyes.
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doors and upstairs, into a little
new den crowded with some of
the big old things he could re-
member in a very different set
ting.
But If the room was small 1t
had a balcony that was hardly
any smaller. on top of that un-
duly imposing porch; and out
there, overlooking the fine
grounds opposite, were basket
chairs and a table, hot with the
Indian summer sun.
81 hope you are not shocked at
my abode" said Blanche. I'm
afraid l can't help it If you are.
It's just big enough for Martha
and me; you remember old Mar
tina, don't you? You'll have to
come and see her, but she'll be
horribly disappointed about your
beard!"
Coming through the room,
Cazalet had described a photo
graph of himself with that ap-
pendage. But 1t did not occur to
Cazalet that it was the photo
graph to which Hilton Toye had
referred, or that Toye must have
been in this very room to see it.
In these few hours he had for
gotten the mans existence, at
least in so far as it associated it.
self with Blanche Macnair.
1.-THE others all wanted me to
live near them" she continued,
but as no two of them are in
the same county it would have
meant caravan. Besides, |
wasn't going to be transplanted
at my age. Here I know every
body. There's more golf and
tannic than oon f.pI tive t.,