The Fulton County news. [volume] (McConnellsburg, Pa.) 1899-current, 1915-01-28
CHAPTER x-contlnued.

Adrienne Lescott nodded. Her eyes
were sweetly sympathetic.
It's the hardship of the conditions"
she said, softly. Those conditions
will change"
man had come out onto the YER
anda from the inside, and was ap-
preaching the table. lie was immac.
ulately grooTed. and came forward
with the Difference OF approaching
throne. yet as one accustomed to ap-
preaching thrones. His smile was that
of pleased surprise.
The mountaineer recognized Far.
bish, and, with a quick hardening
OF the face, he recalled their last
meeting. II Farbish should presume
to renew the mountaineering under
these circumstances. Samson meant
to rise from his chair, and strike him
In The face. George Lescott's sister
could not be subjected to such meet
ings. Yet, ii was tribute to his ad.
vancement i'm good manners that he
dreaded making scene in her pres
ence, and, as a warning, he met Far
bish's pleasant smile with look OF
blank and studied lack of recognition.
The circumstances out of which Far
bish might weave unpleasant gossip
did not occur TO Samson That they
we're together late in the evening. un-
chaperoned, at a road house whose
reputation was socially dubious, was
thing he did not realize. But Far
blsh was keenly alive to the possibil-
tiles of the situation. He chose to
construe the Kentuckians blank ex.
preston as annoyance at being dis
covered, a sentiment he could readily
understand. Adrienne Lescott, follow
ing her companions eyes, looked up,
and to he boys astonishment nodded
to the newcomer, and called him by
name
Mr.. Farblsh," she laughed, with
mock confusion and total innocence
of the fact that her words might have
meaning, don't tell on us"
81 never tell things, my dear lady"
said the newcomer. II have dwelt
too long in Conservatives to toss
pebbles I'm afraid. Mr.. South, you
have forgotten me. I'm Farbish, and |
had the pleasure of meeting you
he paused a moment. then with
pointed glance added-"at the Man.
haitian club was II not?"
1t was not" said Samson, prompt
ly Farbish looked his surprise, but
was resolved to see no offense, and,
after a few moments of affable and.
1t must be acknowledged, witty con-
yersation, withdrew to his own table.
Where did you meet that MANI"
demanded Samson, fiercely. when he
and the girl we're alone again
"Oh, at any number OF dinners and
dances. His sort is tolerated for some
reason She paused. then, looking
very directly at the Kentuckian, in
quired, And where did you meet
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 1t
was. It was place got out OF when
! found out who were there"
The chauffeur came to announce
that the car was ready, and they
went out. Farbish watched them with
a smile that had in 1t trace of the
sardonic.
The career of Farbish had been an
interesting one in its 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
great perfection. He was letter.per-
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. france.
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
sade against various abuses, he had
cast 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,
a stout, middle-aged gentleman of
fiorid complexion, whose cheviot cut
away and reposeful waistcoat covered
a liberal embonpoint. Farbish took
his cigar from his lips, and studied
its ascending smoke through lids half
closed and thoughtful.