Manchester Democrat. [volume] (Manchester, Iowa) 1875-1930, 1915-12-22

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Blanche Looked At the Troubled Eyes
Avoiding Hers.
And she laughed. Anything to lift this
duet of theirs out of the minor key!
But what does old Charlie really
think Of the case? That's more to the
point said Cazalet uneasily.
well, he seemed to fear there was
no chance Of bail before the adjourned
hearing. But l rather gathered he
was not going to be in it HIMSELF" \
mo. We decided on one of those
sportsmen who love rushing in where
a family lawyer like Charlie owns to
looking down his nose. I've seen the
Savage, and our find in the founda-
tions. He says he'll make an example
Of Drfnkwater, and Charlie says they
call him the Bobby's Bugbear!"
But surely he'll have to tell his
client who's behind him."
"No- He's just the type who would
have rushed in, anyhow. And it'll be
time enough to put Scruton under obi
cations when I've got him OIL"
Blanche looked at the troubled eyes
avoiding hers, and thought that she
had never heard of fine thing being
done SO finely. This very shamefaced-s
ness appealed to her intensely, and yet
last night Charlie had said that old
Sweep was in such tremendous spirits
about it all! Why was he so down
this morning?
She only knew she could have taken
his hand, but for very good reason
why she could not. She had even to
guard against an equivocally sympa-
thetic voice or manner, as she asked,
How long did they remand him for?"
Eight days."
well, then, you'll know the best or
the worst today week!'
"Yes!" he said eagerly, almost him
self again. But, whichever way it
goes, I'm afraid it means trouble for
me, Blanche; some time or other I'll
tell you why; but that's why I want
this to be the week of our lives.'
So he really meant what he had said
before The phrase had been no care
less misuse Of words; but neither,
after ALL did it necessarily apply to
Mr.. Toye. That was something. It
made 1t easier for Blanche not to ask
questions.
Cazalet had gone out on the bal
cony; now he called to her; and there
was no taxi, but a smart open car,
waiting in the road, its brasses blazing
in the sun, an immaculate chauffeur
at the wheel.
Whose is that, Sweep"
Mime, for the week I'm talking
about! I mean ours, if you'd only
buck up and get ready to come out!
A week doesn't last forever, you
know"
Blanche ran off to Martha, who
fused and hindered her with the best
intentions. 1t would have been diff
cult to say which was the more ex-
cited of the two. But the old nurse
would waste time in perfectly fatuous
reminiscent of the very earliest ex-
petitions in which Mr.. Cazalet had
led and Blanche had followed, and
what a bonny pair they had made
even then, etc. Severely snubbed on
that subject, she took to peering at
her mistress, once her BARN, with fur
tive eagerness and Impotence; for
Blanche, on her side, looked as though
she had something on her mind, and,
indeed, had made one or two attempts
to get it off. She had to force it even
in the end.
There's just one thing I want to
say before I go, Martha. You know
when Mr.. Toye called yesterday, was
out?"
"Oh, Mr.. Toye; yes, 1 remember,
Miss Blanche"
"We1l, I don't want you to say that
he came in and waited half an hour
in vain; in fact, not that he came
In at all, or that you're even sure you
saw him, unless, of course, you're
asked"
who should ask me, Wonder?"
well, l don't know, but there seems
to be a little bad blood between Mr..
Toye and Mr.. Cazalet."
Martha looked for a moment as
though she were about to weep, and
then for another moment as though
she would die of laughing. But
third moment she celebrated by max
ing an utter fool of herself, as She
anybody but Blanche, whose yellow
hair was being disarranged by the
very hands that had helped to impris.
on it under that motor hat and veil.
ooh, Blanche, is that all you have
to tell me?" said Martha.