Northern Wisconsin advertiser. [volume] (Wabeno, Wis.) 1898-1925, 1914-10-30

entrance, for pair of furtively rowing
| eyes alighted upon Mark. He stopped.
"Can it be--of course, 1t is Truitt.
| This is an unexpected pleasure" He
extended genial hand.
Mark took it mechanically. How
are you, Mr.. Quinby?" he muttered out
OF his daze.
81 suppose I am WELL" Jeremiah
Quinby smiled benignantly. "a busy
life leaves little time to consider the
state of ones health. You are looking
| better than I have ever seen you"
I'm better than I've ever been"
There was a pause during which
Quinby glanced tentatively at Kazia-
"Ah! Perhaps / am intruding?"
Quinby smiled humorously, as one who
knows his welcome anywhere is as
| sured.
Mark brought his whirling thoughts
to a stop. mo, certainly not. Mrs.
whiting" He performed an intro
duction. Quinby's bow was impress
sive.
IT see you have Just begun. Per-
haps-" He paused again, sugges-
lively.
You will join us7 Mrs. Whiting.
I'm sure"
Kazia nodded and smiled COM
posedly.
This Is kind, indeed. Though
should not" Quinby bowed again to
Kazia. blame Truitt for being selfish"
He took the chair held out for him by
the waiter, glancing from Marks sun
Drowned face to Kazia's. II see you
have both been out under the sun.
Your party"
HAS just separated. Mrs. Whiting
is to let me-rather informally. to be
sure-convoy her home"
"And what of 1t, since no one is the
wiser? The conventions" Quinby wit
tily accepted the explanation, ARE
only for public consumption, though
being in the public eye, SO to speak
may rarely ignore them. So you,
too, are from our city. Mrs. Whiting"
Kazia admitted 1t.
"Ahl l wish / had known last night
Lndb yOO WCAO AOAOs hO GONCAAOA"
general" The phrase rolled linger-
ingly on his lips. THE governor-gen-
eral gave a reception. You would
have been pleased, am sure, to see
how our city, in my person, was hon
ored."
I'm very sure of 1t. Please tell us
about It,"
Quinby told them about 1t. with q
wealth of detail.
But under cover of his monologue
Quinby was shrewdly taking stock of
his hearers and their situation; he
had not missed that first moment of
betraying confusion. Suspicion, guided
by instinct, settled into conviction.
And the event matched Quinby's
need. For In the very midday of his
triumph. when the brilliancy and dar-
ing of his achievements promised to
eclipse his better fortified but less
original rival In benefcence, a cloud
no bigger than q mans hand had crept
above the horizon. And IL that cloud
grew bigger, not MacGregor but
Quinby himself might be eclipsed-
and, alas! forever. A crisis, then,
when harmony" more than ever was
needed in his forces. There are, touinby
gratefully thought, more ways than
one of ineuring harmony. He felt Of
his whip and got ready to crack Il.
During a temporary lull Kazia,
pleading some unfinished packing.
made her escape. Quinby's eye fol-
lowed her admiringly to the door, then
bent upon Mark a look in which re-
proof and certain ponderous wag-
| gishness struggled for the upper hand.
"Ahl Truittl A sad dog. fear"
mot at ALL" said Mark colby.
Quinby was blandly skeptical. IL
find you, brown as an Indian. at break
fast alone st a hotel with woman
dusky as an Indian maiden. The party
was 1t party OF two. Truittr'