The Emmett index. [volume] (Emmett, Idaho) 1893-1925, 1915-02-18

/ he paused a moment, then with q
| pointed glance added-"at the Man.
| haitian club, was 1t not?"
ut was not said Samson, prompt
ly Farbish looked his surprise, but
was resolved to see no offense, and,
after few moments Of affable and.
1t must be acknowledged, witty con-
versation. withdrew to his own table.
Where did you meet that mann"
demanded Samson, fiercely. when he
and the girl were 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 club7"
Yes. and knew that he was IT,
Ing"
Yes, he was!" Samson spoke, con-
temptuously. Never mind where 1t
was. 1t 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
smile that had In it 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 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 finance.
That he rendered services to his
plutocratic patrons, other than the
repartee Of his dinner talk, was 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 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
a liberal embonpoint. Farbish took
his cigar from his lips, and studied
it's ascending smoke through lids half
closed and thoughtful.
Singular he unused; very singu-
lar"
whats Singular" impatiently de-
manded his companion. Finish, or
don't start"
THAT mountaineer came up here
as George Lescott's protege" went
on Farbish, ref1ectively. HE came
fresh from the feud belt, and landed
promptly in the police court. Now,
in less than year, he's pairing off
with Adrienne Lescott-who, every
one supposed, meant to marry Wilfred
Horton. This little party tonight is.
to put it quite mildly, bit uncon-
ventionaL'
The stout gentleman said nothing,
and the other questioned, musingly;
by the way, Bradburn, has the
Kenmore Shooting club reques ed Will
fred Horizons resignation YETI"
Not yet We are going to- He's
against every man who owns more
than two dollars" The speaker owned
several million times that sum. This
m citing 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.
idL . dll lHSlC 10 " II,
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-
tons, 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"
How do you know these men have
not already met-and amicably?" de-
manded Mr. Bradburn.
Il happen to know 1t, quite by
chance. 1t is my business to know
things-quite by chance!"
Indian summer came again to
Misery, Haunting woodland banners OF
crimson and scarlet orange, but to
Sally the season brought only heart
achy remembrances Of last autumn.
when Samson had softened his stoi-
cism as the haze had softened the hori-
zon. He had sent her few brief let
ters-not written, but plainly printed.
He selected short words-as much
like the primer as possible, for no
mi