The Lakeland evening telegram. (Lakeland, Fla.) 1911-1922, 1915-08-13

sympathetic comment. How did yor
get it Strengthened out at iast?'
1T hasn't been altogether straight
ened out until just lately-within the
past few days. she went on gravely
After he began to get well, l made
him talk to me-about himself, YOU
know. There didn't seem to be any
thing to conceal At different times
he told me all about his home and his
mother, whom he barely remembers
and the big-hearted, open-handed ia
Their who made money SO easily IN his
professionals was the Griswold. the
great architect. you know-that he
gave 1t to anybody who wanted it
but suppose he has told you all this p
No; at least. not very much. of 1t. -
J Miss Grierson went on smoothly
falling alphabetically into the remi.
niscent vein.
] Kenneth went to college without
ever having known what it Is to lack
anything in reason that money could
buy. A little while after he was gradu.
| ated his father died."
Leaving Kenneth poor, suppose;
he has intimated as much to me. once
or twice. said Raymer.
Leaving him awfully poor. He
wanted to learn to write, and for a
long time he stayed on in New York,
living just any old way, and having a
| dreadfully hard time of it, ! imagine,
though he would never say much
about that part Of it. That Is why he
thinks he is socialist At last felt
| that l just must know, at whatever
cost One day when we were driving.
l brought him here and-and intro
| duced him to Mr.. Galbraith. was so
scared that ! could taste it-but / did
it,"
Raymer laughed "Ot course moth
ing came Of it,"
Nothing at all. And then, right out
Of clear sky, came another proof that
was even more convincing. Do you
happen to know who the young woman
was who discovered the bank robber
on the steamboat"
Il? How should l know"
81 didn't know but she had told you,"
was the demure rejoinder. 1T was
Charlotte Farnham."
What" calculated Raymer. But
he was not more deeply moved than
was the man behind the window cur.
tains. If Broffin's dead cigar had aot
been already reduced to shapeless in.
utility, Miss Grierson's cool announce.
ment, carrying with IL the assurance
that his secret was NO secret, would
have settled it.
It's So" she was adding calmly. Il
found out. How do know? Because
her father bought the draft at poppas
bank, and In the course of time It
came back with the Bayou State Sc
curity's dated paying stamp on it. See
how easy 1t was!"
Raymer's laugh was not altogether
mirthful.
"You are . WITCH" he said. rs
there anything you don't know?"
Not very many things that I really
need to know" was the mildly boast
full retort. But you see. now, how
AOOAibu my cuopCiOuS WeT0.
Raymer nodded. Though he would
not have admitted it under torture, the
entire matter figured somewhat as a
mountain constructed out of a rather
small molehill to q man for whom the
subtleties lay in region unexplored.
He wondered that the clear-minded
little social climber" as his sister
called her, had ever bothered ner
nimble brain about such an abstruse
and far-fetched question of Identities.
"You said, a few minutes ago, that
Griswold calls himself a socialist. That
isn't quite the word. He Is a sociolo.
gist."
Miss Grierson ignored the nice dis.
tinction In names.
Socialism goes with being poor, !
doesn't it?" she remarked. Since Mr..
Griswold's ship has come in, l suppose
he finds 1t easier, and pleasanter, to
be a theoretical leveler than a practi- |
cal one
"That is another thing have never |
been quite able to understand, said
the iron founder. you say his father
left him poor; where did he get his
money!"
why. don't you known" was the IN.
nocent query. And then, with a pretty !
affectation OF embarrassment, real or |
perfectly simulated: IF he hasn't told !
you. mustn't"
'Of course, | don't want to pry,'
said Raymer. loyal again.
81 can give you hint, and that is
ali. Don't you remember My Lady |
Jezebel. the unsigned novel that made
such a hit last summer"
Why, bless goodness, yes! Did he |
write that?'
HE has never admitted 1t in so |
many words But I'll divide a little |
secret with you. He has been reading |
bits Of his new book to me, and pshaw! |
q blind person could tell! asked him !,
once II he could guess how much the |
author Of My Lady JeGebel' had been
paid, and he said, with the most per- |
fectly transparent carelessness: oh.
about hundred thousand. l suppose.
"Tally!" said Raymer; laughing.
"Griswold has put an even ninety thou |
sand into my little egg basket out at |
the plant, But, of course you knew
that. everybody in Wahaska knows 1t
by this time"
Miss Grierson did not reply, and for |
little while they were both silent |
Then Raymer said:
81 wonder II McMurtry doesn't think |
I'NA drnnned out ON him l guess I'd |