The vidette. (Iuka, Tishomingo County, Miss.) 1912-1967, 1915-10-14

yersation, withdrew to his own table
Where did you meet that man ?
demanded Samson. fercely. when b
and the girl were alone again.
."Oh, at any number OF dinners AM
dances. His sort is tolerated for som,
reason" She paused, then, lookin,
very directly at the KentuckIan, in
quired. And where did you NEE
him."
Didn't you hear him say the Man
haitian club?"
Yes. and knew that he was ly
ing"
Yes. he was," Samson spoke, con
temptuously. Never mind where Il
was. 1t was a place got out of when
found out who were there
The chauffeur came to announce
that the car was ready, and they
vent out. Farbish watched them with
a smile that had in 1t trace or the
/ sardonic.
The career of Farbish had been an
interesting one in It's own peculiar and
unadmirable fashion. With no advan-
tages of upbringing, he had neverthe-
less so cultivated the niceties Of social
usage that his one flaw was a too
/ grea. perfection. He was letter-per-
I feet where one to the manor born
might have slurred some detail.
He was witty, handsome in his sat
urnine way. and had powerful friends
in the world of fashion and finance.
That he rendered services to his
plutocratic patrons, other than the
repartee of his dinner talk, was a thing
vaguely limited in club gossip, and
that these services were not to his
credit had more than once been con-
jectured.
When Horton had begun his cru
SADIE against various abuses. he had
cast a suspicious eye on all matters
through which he could trace the trail
of William Farbish, and now, when
Farbish saw Horton, he eyed him with
an enigmatical- expression, half-quiz-
zical and half-malevolent.
After Adrienne and Samson had dis
appeared, he rejoined his companion,
stout, middle-aged gentleman of
ford complexion, whose cheviot cut
away and reposeful waistcoat covered
liberal embonpoint. Farbish took
his cigar from his lips, and studied
its ascending smoke through lids half
closed and thoughtful
Singular" he unused; very singu-
.jar!"
Whats Singular" impatiently de-
don't start"
THAT mountaineer came up here
as George Lescotts protege," went
on Farbsh, reflectively. HE came
fresh from the feud belt, and landed
promptly in the police court. Now,
in less than a year, he's pairing off
with Adrienne Lescott-who, every
one supposed, meant to marry Wilfred
Horton. This little party tonight is.
to put 1t quite mildly, bit uncon-
ventlonal."
The stout gentleman said nothing,
and the other questioned. musingly:
by the way, Bradburn, has the
Kenmore Shooting club requested Will
fred Horizons resignation YETI"
mot yet. We are going to. He's
not congenial, since his hand is raised
against every man who owns more
than two dollars" The speaker owned
several million times that sum. This
meeting at an out-of-the-way place
had been arranged for the purpose
of discussing ways and means of curb
ing Wilfred's crusades.
well, don't do it.
why the devil shouldn't we? We
don't want anarchists in the Ken
more"
After awhile. they sat silent, Farbish
smiling over the plot he had Just de-
vised, and the other man putting with
a puzzled expression at his cigar.
That's all there is to it," summar-
lied Mr. Farbish, succinctly. IF we
can get these two men, South and
Horton, together down there at the
shooting lodge, under the proper condi-
tions, they'll do the rest themselves, l
think. I'll take care Of South. Now,
it's up to you to have Horton there
at the same time
not already met-and amicably?" de-
manded Mr.. Bradburn.
Il happen to know it, quite by
chance. 1t is my business to know
things-quite by CHANGER
Indian summer came again to
Misery, Haunting woodland banners of
crimson and scarlet orange, but to
Sally the season brought only heart.
achy membranes of last autumn,
when Samson had softened his stoi.
cism as the haze had softened the hori.
zon. He had sent her a few brief let.
ters-not written, but plainly printed.
He selected short words-as much
like the primer as possible, for no
other messages could she read. There
were times in plenty when he wished
to pour out to her torrents of feeling,
and it was such feeling as would have
carried comfort to her lonely little
heart. He wished to tell frankly Of
what good friend he had made, and
how this friendship made him more
able to realize that other feeling
his love for Sally There was in his
mind no suspicion-as yet-that these
two girls might ever stand In conflict
as to the rightof-way. But the letters
he wished to write were not the sort
he cared to have read to the girl by
the evangelist-doctor or the district.