University Missourian. [volume] (Columbia, Mo.) 1908-1916, 1915-07-08
LOVE INSURANCE
Copyrighted by The Bobbs-Merrill Company
BY Earl DER Biggers =

! there came over the wire, heated, rag
ing, the tones of Mr.. Henry Trimmer
"Hello-I want Allan Harrowby-
ah. that's Minot talking, isn't it? Yes
Good. | want word with you. Dc
you know what think of your meth
DDS? Well, you won't now-telephone
rules in the way Think you're going
to get ahead of Trimmer. do you
Think you've put one over. eh? Well
let me tell you. you're wrong. You're
| in for it now. You've played into my
hands. Steal Lord HarrOwby, will
you? DO you know what that means d?
Publicity. 10 you know what I'll do
tomorrow? I'll start a cyclone in
this town that"
Good night" said Minot, and hung
up.
"WhO was it?" Harrowby wanted 20
know.
Our friend Trimmer, on the war
path" Minot replied. 1T seems he's
missed his vaudeville partner" He
sat down. "See here, HarrOwby." he
said-it was the first time he had
dropped the prefix, it occurs to me
that an unholy lot of things are hap
pening to spoil this wedding. So I'm
going to ask you a question"
"Yes."
"Harrowby"-Minot looked straight
into the weak, but noble eyes-"are
you on the level?"
"Really-Im not very expert in
your astounding language"
Are you straight-honest-d you
want to be married yourself?'
why, Minot. my dear chap! I've
told you a thousand times want
nothing more-I never shall want
anything more"
"All right" said Minot, rising.
Then go to bed and sleep the sleep
of the innocent"
But where are you going? What
are you going to do?"
I'm going to try and do the same
And as he went out. Minot slammed
the door on a peer.
Sticking above the knob of the door
of 3S9 he found a telegram. Turning
on his lights. he sank wearily down on
the bed and tore it open.
at rained in torrents" said the
telegram, "at the dowager duchess's
garden party. You know what that
means"
1t was signed John Thacker."
Isn't that devil of a night-cap?'
Minot gloomily.
CHAPTER X
Two Birds of Passage
On the same busy night when the |
Lileth flashed her red signal and Miss |
Gabrielle Rose arrived with a pack |
age of letters that screamed for a |
Cotrell, two strangers invaded Sar
Marco by means of the eight-nineteen
freight south. Frayed, fatigued and
famished as they were, it would hard
y have been kind to study them as
they strolled up San Sebastian Ave-
hue toward the plaza. But had yom
been so unkind. you would never have
guessed that frequently, in various
corners of the little round globe, they
had known prosperity, the weekly pay
envelope, and the buyers crook of the
niger summoning waiter,
One of the strangers was short, with
tanning red hair and in his eye the
winkle without which the collected
works of Bernard Shaw are as sound
ng brass. He twinkled about him as
lie walked-at the bright lights and
spurious gaiety under the spell of
which San Marco sought to forget the
ates per day with bath.
THE French" he unused, "are a
'Olatile people. fond of light wines
md dancing. So, it would seem, are
he inhabitants of San Marco. White
lannels, Harry, white fiannels. They
hOuld encase that leaning tower of
Pisa you call your manly FORM
The other-long, cadaverous, I'M :
nersed in a gentle melancholy
,roaned
Another tourist hothouse, Packed
With innocents abroad, and everybody
bleeding 'em but us. Everything here