University Missourian. [volume] (Columbia, Mo.) 1908-1916, 1915-07-12

She leaned forward and sang al
Minot as she had sung at Harrowby
five years before:
"You could love me just little
if you tried-You could feel your heart
go pit-a-pat inside
Really, she had way with her.
Dear, it's easy if you try;
Cross your heart and hope to die
Don't YOU love me just little-now?"
That baby stare in all its pathos, all
its appealing helplessness, was 70
cused full Oh MinOt. He gripped the
arms of his chair. Gabrielle Rose saw.
Had she made another captive? So il
seemed. She felt very kindly toward
the world
Promise" Minot leaned over His
voice was hoarse. You'll meet me
here at four Quite aside from my
errand-quite aside from everything
i want to see you again"
"Do you really?" She continued to
hum beneath her breath. VERY well
here at four"
And" he hesitated, fearing to
break the spell. "In the meantime"
"In the meantime" she said, "I1l
think only of-four o'clock"
Minot left that pink and gold par
lor at sea in several respects. The
theory was that he had played with
this famous actress-wOund her round
his finger-cajoled a delay. But
somehow he didn't feel exactly as one
who has mastered a delicate situation
should. Instead he felt dazed by the
beauty of her.
Still more was he at sea as to what
he was going to do at four o'clock
OF what good was the delay if he
could not make use of it? And at the
moment he hadn't the slightest notion
OF what he could do to prepare him
self for the afternoon interview. He
must wait for JephsOn's cable-per
haps that would give him an idea.
Minot was walking blankly down
the street in the direction of his
morning paper when a poster in a
deserted store window caught his
eye. 1t was an atrOciOus poster
red letters on a yellow background.
1t announced that five hundred dol
lars reward would be paid by Mr..
Henry Trimmer for information that
would disclose the present where
abouts of the real Lord Harrowby.
AS Minot stood reading it, heavy
hand was laid upon his shoulder.
Turning. he looked into the lean and
hostile face of Henry Trimmer him
self.
Good morning." said Mr. Trimmer. |
Good morning." replied Minot
Glad to number you among my /
readers" sneered Trimmer. What |
do you think-reward large enough?"
Locks about the right size to me-"
Minot answered.
Me, too. Ought to bring results
pretty quick By the way, you were
last night that you nev-
er heard of me until you came here.
I've been thinking that over, and I've
decided to make up to you in the
next few days for all those lonely
But the morning had been too much
'or Minot. Worried, distressed, he
ng urbanity.
"Oh, go to the DEVIL" he said, AMI
walked away.
Lunch time came-twO o'clock. At
lalf past two, out of London, Jeph
ION spoke. Said his cable:
''Know nothing of G. R. except that
hes been married frequently. Do
,est you can"
And what help was this, pray? Dis
Minot read the cable again.
FOUR o'clock was coming on apace,
md with every tick of the clock his
ceiling of helplessness grew. He
mentally berated Thacker and Jeph- ,
on. They left him alone to grapple
With wild problems, offering no help
nd asking miracles. Confound them
'othi
Three o'clock came. What-what +,
vas he to say? Lord Harrowby, in .
errogated. was merely useless and /,
rantic. He couldn't raise a shilling.
ie couldn't offer a suggestion. Dear