Evening star., 1914-04-05

also lost He felt listless, weary. He let
| the timetables fall to the floor, and sat gaz-
ing out at that narrow street-thinking-
wonder1ng-wlshlng-
| 1t was late in the afternoon when the
clamor of his telephone recalled him to him
self. He leaped up, and seized the receiver.
| Allan Harrowby's -..nice came over the wire.
"Can you run down to the room, Minoto"
he inquired "'rhe last call, old boy
Minot went. He found both the Harrow
bys there. prepared to say goodby to San
| Marco forever.
aGoing to New York on the Lady Eve
| lyn,' said George Harrowby, who was ag-
gressively cheerful "From there I'm taking
Allan to Chicago. Going to have him read
| ing George Ade and ta1king our language in
a week.
left but Chicago he drawled. "I wanted
to see you before | went, Minot, old chap.
Not that | can thank you for all you did
| don't know how. You stood by me like
like gentleman And | realize that
have no claim on Lloyds. 1t was all my
fault. If I'd never let Martin Wall have that
confounded policy-but what's the use Of
fling? All my fault. And-lny thanks,
old boy" He sighed.
"Nonsensei" said Minot. "a business
proposition, solely, from my point of view.
mere no THANKS coming 10 me.
at seems to me, said George Harrowby,
"that as the only victor in this affair you
don't exhibit proper cheerfulness By the
way, we'd be delighted to take you North on
our boat. Why note'
But Minot shook his head. "Can't spare
the time-thank you just the same, he re-
piled. "I'd like nothing better
Amid expressions Of regret, the Harrow
bys started for the elevator. Minot walked
along the dusky corridor with them.
We've had bit of excitement
you're to be my guest. Old George has
"Not a berth, Allan" objected George,
pressing the elevator button. "Youre not
going to sleep. A job! Might as well begin
| to talk the Chicago language now. Mr..
Minot, l too want TO thank you-'
They stepped into the elevator, the door
slammed, the car began to descend. Minot
stood gazing through the iron scrolwork
until the blond head of the helpless Lord
| Harrowby moved finally out of sight. Then
he returned to his room, and the timetables
which seemed such dull, unhappy reading.
| JACK PADDOCK appeared to invite Mi
not to take dinner with him. His bags,
he remarked, were all packed, and he was
booked for the seven o'clock train.
Il have slipped down the mountain of
gold" he said in the course of the dinner.
"But all good things must end, and | GER
tainly had a good thing. Somehow, I'm not
so gloomy as | ought to be-"
"Where are you going, Jack?" Minot
asked.
Paddock leaned over confidentially. "Did
I say her father was in the plumbing bust
ness?" he inquired. "My error, Dick. He
owns paper-out in Grand Rapids. Of
fered me job any time | wanted it. Great
joke then. Pretty serious now; for I'm
gong out to apply"
"I'm glad of it."
$50 am l. Dick. l was a fool to let her
go back like that. Been thinking it over
and over-one girl in-how many are there
| in the world, should you say? The other day
| | had chill. 1t occurred to me maybe she'd
gone and married the young man with the
| pale purple necktie who passes the plate in
the Methodist Church. So beat it to the
| telegraph counter. And
"She's heart whole and fancy free?"
20. X. in both respects. So it's me for
Grand Rapids. And say, Dick, I-er-I
want you to know I'd sent that telegram
before the accident last night. As matter
| of fact, sent it two days ago"
"Good boy!" said AIinot. "I knew this
game down here didn't satisfy you. May l