Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1914-03-17
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said in his big voice. "rhe dance idea
was . happy thought Of young W.
liant's. I'll be surprised II he doesn't
do 1t to tho queens TASTE"
The doctor nodded. This place
can't teach him much about such fol-
derolings, reckon. He's led more
cotillious than I've got hairs on my
head"
"Td hardly limit It to that" said
the major, chortling at the easy thrust.
"And after all. even folderolings have
their USE"
who said they hadn't! II people
choose to make whirling dervishes of
themselves. they at least can reflect
that it's better for their lives than
cane-bottom chairs. Though that's
about all you can say in favor Of
the modern ball"
"Pshaw!" said the major. II re-
member q time when you used to rig
out in q claw.hammer and
dance all night till broad daylight
And go home with the gyrls in the morn
ing
with the bravest Of NJ. Used to like
1t, too"
II got over it before I was old
enough to make myself q butt of hi
larity." the doctor retorted. Il see by
the papers they've invented q new
dance called the grizsly bear. be-
lieve there's another named the zip
kyoodle. hope you've got 'em down
pat to show the young folk tonight,
Bristow.'
The major got up with some irrita-
ton. "Southall." he said. sometimes
I'm tempted to think your remarks
verge upon the personal. You don't
have to watch me dance II you don't
choose to-
mo. thank God" muttered the doc
tor. Il prefer to remember you when
you still preserved trace Of dignity
twenty odd years ago"
III dignity" the majors blood was
rising consists III your eternal
tasteless chickering's, want none Of 1t.
What on earth do you do it for? You
had some friends once"
"Friends!" snapped tho other. 'the
fewer I have the better!"
The major clapped on his straw hat
angrily, strobe to the door, and opened
It. But on the threshold he stopped,
and presently shut 1t, turned back
slowly and resumed his chair. The
doctor was relighting his cigar. but an
odd furtive look had slipped to his
face, and the hand that struck the
match was unsteady.
For q time both sat smoking. at
first in silence, then talking in q de-
sultory way on Indifferent topics. Fl
nally the major rose and tossed his
cigar into the empty CRATE.
I'll be OF now" he said: II must
be on the field before the others"
Az he went down the steps car.
riage, drawn by . pair of dancing
grays, plunged past. Who are those
people with the Chalmers. WONDER"
said the doctor. They're strangers
here"
The major peered. "Oh." he said.
over his shoulder, II forgot to tell you.
That's Silas Fargo, the railroad presi.
dent from New York, and his daugh-
ter Katharine. His private cars
down on the siding. They're 1T the
judge's-he's chief counsel for tho
road In this state. They'll be at the
tournament, I reckon. You'll be there,
won't your" ss
The doctor was putting some phials
and instruments into worn leather
bag. NO." he said, shortly. I'm 60
ing to take q ten-mile drive-to add
to this county's population. I expect.
But I'm coming to the dance. Prom
ised Valiant would, in . moment Of
temporary alteration.