The Pickens sentinel. (Pickens, S.C.) 1911-2016, 1914-06-11

rs she going to marry Brand!
Booth ?" asked his son.
Mr.. WrandalPs face stifened. :"
fear I was little hasty in my conclu
sions. Brandon came to the Office {
few days ago and informed me II
rather plain words that there is abso
lutely nothing in the report"
"The deuce you say! Cad, wrote
her rather intimate letter." Leslie
got no farther than this. He was
/ somewhat stunned and bewildered by
his private reflections.
Mr.. Wrandall was lost in study fol
/, some minutes, paying no attention to
4 the remarks of the other occupants OF
the motor that whirled them across
town.
"By the way, my dear" he said to
his wife, l-ife irrelevantly, don't
you think 1t would be right for you
and Vivian to drop in this afternoon
and see Sara? Just to let her know
that she isn't without
.It's out Of the question, Redmond,
said his wife, a shocked expression in
her face as much as to say that ne
must be quite out Of his head to sug.
gest such thing. awe shall. be dread
fully busy for several days, unpacking
and-wel. doing all sorts Of necessary
things"
"she is pretty sick, I hear" mumbled
he.
Hasn't she got nurse" demanded
his wife.
,sE merely offered the suggestion in
order
well, wen see her next week. Any
other news?"
"Mrs. Booth. Brandon's mother, was
operated on for something or other
day before yesterday"
ooh, dear. The poor thing! Where?
philadelphia, Of course"
"I. wonder if-let me see, Leslie
isn't there a good train to Philadel
phia at four o'clock? could go"
Really, my DEAR" said her hus
band sharply.
"You forget how busy we are, moth
er," said Vivian, without smile.
"Nonsense!" said Mrs. Wrandall, IN
considerable confusion. "Was 1t a seri
Gus operation, Redmond?"
"They cut a bone out Of her nose
that's all. Brandon says her heart is
weak. They were afraid OF the ether
She's all right, Carroll says"
"Goodness!" cried Mrs. Wrandall
One might have suspected a note OF
disappointment in her voice.
81 shall go up to see Sara this after
NOON" said Vivian calmly. Whats
the number of her new apartment"
"You have been up to see her, OF
course" said Mrs. Wrandall acidly.
He hdgetted. 81 didn't hear Of her
| illness until yesterday"
"I'n go up with you. WV" said Les.
lie.
mo, you won't" said his sister fat.
ly. "I'm going to apologize to her for
something I said to Brandon Booth
You needn't tag along, Les"
At half-past five in the afternoon,
! the Wrandall limousine stopped in
front of the tall apartment building
near the park, footman jerked open
the door, and Miss Wrandall stepped
out. At the same moment telegraph
messenger boy paused on the sidewalk
to compute the artistic but puzzling
numerals on the imposing grilled doors
Of the building.
Miss Wrandall had herself an
nounced by the obsequious doorman,
and stood by in patience to wait for
the absurd rule Of the house to be
carried out: "No one could get in
without being announced from below
said the doorman.
81 en- get in all right, all right" said
the messenger boy, Il got Telegram
for de loidy.'
60 to the rear!" exclaimed the
doorman, with some energy.
While Miss Wrandall waited in
sara's reception hall on the tenth floor,
the messenger, having traversed a
more devious route, arrived with his
messs sc.
Watson took the envelope and told
him to wait. Five minutes passed.
Miss Wrandall grew very uncomfort-
able under the persistent though com
plimentary gaze Of the street urchin.
He stared at her, wide-eyed and ad-
miring, his tribute to the glorious. She
stared back occasionally, narrow-eyed
and reproving, her tribute to the gro
tesque.
viii you please step into the draw
ing-room, Miss Wfandall," said Wat
son, returning. He led her across the
small foyer and threw open door.
She passed into the room beyond.
Then he turned to the boy who stood
beside the hall seat, making change
for a quarter as he approached.
Here" he said, handing him the re-
ceipt book and a dime, that's for
you" He dropped the quarter into his
own pocket, where II mlnsleo WIN
coins that were strangers to it up to
that instant, and imperiously closed
the door behind the boy who failed to
say thank you" Every man to his
trade!
There was a woman in the drawing
room when Vivian entered, standing
well over against the windows with
her back to the light. The visitor
stopped short in surprise. She had
expected to find her sister-in-law in
bed, attended by politely superior
person in pure white.
why, Sara" she began, q am so
glad to see you are up and"
The other woman came forward.
But I am not Sara, Miss Wrandall," !"
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