The Detroit times., 1914-05-18
CHAPTER XXI
CONTINUED.


Mark and Kazia listened which
was an that Was necessary perhaps
all that was possible when Qunoy
was present and launched upon that
fertile topic Qpinby.
But under cover OF ms mouolosue,
Quinby was shrewdly taking STOCK OF
his hearers and their situation, ne
had not missed that first moment OF
betraying confusion The woman, 70
Quinby's deep admiration was spleh'
didly at ease, smiling al his cups
politek attentive 10 his explanations
and not al an IN awe OF him. though
her hands show ed him that hers was
not the world Of the Quinbys This
did not duh the piquancy OF her physt.
cal charms, OF which he was pleasant.
w sensible The man too. acted well,
but he could not quite quench the
burning fury in his eyes. suspicion
guided by Instinct settled into con
yiction.
And the event matched Quinby
need. For in the very midday OF ms
triumph, when the brilllancy and dar.
ing OF his achievements promised TO
eclipse his better fortified but less
original rival in bene6cence, a cloud
no bigger than mans hand had crept
above the horizon And if that cloud
grew bigger. not MacGresor but
Quinby himself might be ecliDsed-
and. alas forever 4 crisis then,
when "harmony" more than ever vas
needed in his forces. There are,
Quinby gratefully thought, more way
than one OF insaIing harmony he
felt of his Whip and got ready 10
crack IT,
During a temporary ull Kazia,
pleading some unfinished packing,
made her escape Qunby's eyes. 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
"Ah! Truitt, A sad dog fear
"Not at all" said Mark coldls
Quinby vas bIaudly skepticaL
find you, brown as an indian. al
breakfast alone at a hotel With a
woman dusky as an Indian maiden.
The party--was II party OF two.
Truitt?"
~Mr. Quinby, said Mark not so
coldly, your tone My word
''Ah," Quinby waved pacific hand.
III your word is passed, that is
enough. am happy TO believe II, !
Mrs. Whiting seems charming WON
an. A well poised woman, An I'm.
usual woman"
Very"
you leave today
Eyes"
Then, since | have your word in
the matter, feel safe in inviting you
and Mrs. Whiting to share my car as
far as Buffalo"
Mrs. Whiting may have prefer
ence."
Quinby received this with the sur
prise OF one whose invitations par
take Of the peremptory quality oil
royalty's. II hope she will not pre-
fer stuffy Pullman TO my car, which
has been praised. | should be deeply
hurt by refusal In fact Mark
looked up quickly, as though he had
heard warning crack overhead, II
should construe refusal as evidence
But let that go. There are com.
pany matters wish to discuss with
you. and this seems an opportune oc.
casion."
The men regarded each other
steadily for a moment
II shall present your invitation
Mark concluded.
With my compliments, Quinby
amended. "Er--Truitt, who is Mrs. |
Whiting? The name is not familiar
I'm sure you never heard OF her |
She's a trained nurse--a very sue.
cessful one, ] believe. Ill let you
know her answer"
They rose and Mark had the envi-
able distinction OF marching with
Jeremiah Quinby through the long
dining-room. where by this time the
whisper OF the great philanthropist'
presence had been happily confirmed.
Well" said Mark grimly, when he
had found Kazia in their rooms you
played audience to good purpose
Quinby has just informed me. with
exclamation points, that you are "a
charming woman, well poised wom-
an, an unusual woman"
She breathed sigh Of relief. Then
he doesn't suspect
He's so sure Of the truth that ne