The Tacoma times. [volume] (Tacoma, Wash.) 1903-1949, 1914-08-04

"How fussy you arel" Evelyn
obediently shifted the pillows 60
the other end of the hammock.
That evening, after a couple of
hours spent over the bridge table
the family dispersed earlier than
usual.
Jack and Poole repaired to the
library. Both were smoking
Poole leaned back in his chair,
surveying the many rows of
books which lined the walls.
Your father, Jack, must have
been something of a student"
"oh. Dad knew something
about everything" said Jack. He
was particularly keen on mineral
ogy. geology, and a lot of those
things. And-oh. yes-chem-
istry. There's a full-rigged labor
atory out in the bungalow. Did
you notice it?"
Yes, | stumbled upon IL this
morning. BY the way, Jack. is
there anything of a private ma
ture I'm those papers in the safe q?
It's merely routine, but l ought
to examine them"
"Well have them out now, II
you say" replied Jack, with
alacrity.
The papers were soon spread
upon the desk. They proved to
be valueless. As Jack was re-
turning them to the safe Poole's
eyes caught sight of several bound
manuscript volumes upon one of
the bookshelves.
did your father write. too?"
"Oh, those?" Jack brushed the
dust from his hands. THAT was
another of Dads hobbies. Those
books are full of old Hindu
legends. Dad spent a good many
years collecting them. You might
be Interested I'm looking them
over" The two young men talked
for a moment longer and then
Jack left the room.
Alone In the library, Poole took
down one of the manuscript vol
umes of Mr.. Winthrop and sat
down at the table. The minutes
slipped past.
May one interrupt-tO say
good night?"
Poole looled up to find Evelyn
at the curtains of the doorway.
Il say" he recovered himself,
pushing the book from him, Il
had no idea II was so late. Come
in, won't your"
She advanced a step or two into
the room. a slender figure in
white, standing half within the
glow of the reading-lamp. Her
eye had fallen to the open volume
ON the table.
'tYou were reading those old
Eastern tales?"
And quite forgetting every
thing else," said Poole.
Papa loved these curious old
tales; he used to read them aloud
to me when l was a little girl"
You almost make me feel that
I've been-intruding," said Poole.
"Oh, you mustn't think thati"l
she said In gentle protest. tits II
who am intruding. And really, II
meant to. / thought you had puz-
zled long enough over the bur-I
glsry, and 1 came to tell you So
When she had gone Poole sat
recalling the brief vision of her
presence. Then he reverted to
the earlier scenes of the day, their
walk together around the house
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the tea on the lawn in the late aft
ernoon. He found himself won
dering about her relations with
Archie. and the recollection of the
young man in the hammock and
Evelyn arranging the pillows came
sharply back to him. He envfed
the lazy masculine assurance that
she had chosen to wait upon.
Suddenly he started forward.
his eyes narrowing to points of
light. The butler appeared at
the doorway.
Beg pardon, SIR" ventured
grimes, will you be wanting any
thing else tonight2"
Il presume everyone has re-
tired 2" queried Poole.
Grimes nodded. quite some
time ago. SIR"
Would you mind quietly look
ing in at Mr.. Arches door, And
will you particularly note how he
is sleeping mean, on which side
he is lying"
Very we'll, sir" Grimes with
drew with a blankIy puzzled face.
In a few moments Grimes reap
peared at the doorway.