The Richmond palladium and sun-telegram. [volume] (Richmond, Ind.) 1907-1939, 1915-12-27

say. loud like to save that $10.-
600. I'll Ak it for you." spoke up Peale.
But she's got contract" said Mr..
Martin.
"rll get it for you cheap Peale an
swered him. Pardon me, sir, but l
know how to handle danes like her"
CHAPTER XVIII.
A Wedding.
Il n r. MARTIN looked at Peale
I'M again. Ambrose's mission had
lv succeeded in way he did not
suspect
'Mr. Peale. like you." said old Mar
tin. -.
Huh" said Peale.
Have a cigar?'' asked Martin.
Ambrose took it, feeling better than
he had felt for many days.
He wondered idly what that butler
guy meant presently when he stuck
his head in and announced to his mas
ter that he had telephoned that party.
who was at his Office now. He heard
Martin mutter:
"Good. good. Peale, I've got to go
out on an important soap deal. Oh. by
George. I nearly forgot" he added.
There's another matter 1 must attend
to first. Peale. you'll find the countess
In there. Do the best you can. Wen
settle the details when l get back.
Make yourself at home" =.
"Sure. This cigars great company"
said Peale. He strutted up and down
cockily on the thick rug. He must at
tend to the countess, he remembered,
and no fooling. So he went over to the
door behind which she was hiding and
French.
"Countess de Bull Run he ratified
on. DE juie-de joie-politern no.
blesse oblige."
"You ought to take up French, Am
brose," she said sweetly. Your &C.
cents immense. Well. little sweet
heart
"say, what are you doing in these
parts?' Peale interrupted her.
"Oh, l came to see Mr.. Martin" she
said lightly.
what for?"
what do you think?'
"See here now. if you're aiming to
trim the old man I won't stand for it."
protested Ambrose.
Ambrose. do me another favor" the
countess begged.
"What is it?''
Don't tell old Martin what I tried
to do to you boys. He's the kind that
would put me in Jail. I'll be on the
level. l did come here to try to trim
him. but I'll cut it out. Honest 1 will.
Oh. Ambrose. don't like being
CRATER"
MIX. nix" said Peale. HE left me
here to settle it. Where is the contract?
Come on. Gimme-gimme"-
You mean you've been on all the
time?" cried the countess.
Sure"
"And you let me sit there a-moultin'
all over the place again.
"Gimme-g',nme"-
"Oh, suppose I've got to. oh. I'm
sick Of soap anyhow. Thirteen may
be lucky for you boys. but it has been
a hoodoo for me-"
She handed over the contract to him
gracefully enough.
"And now, my little hearts Of let
tuce," Peale chanted. this concludes
your portion of the evenings entertain
ment"
"You are an 10 carat kid" said the
countess. "Ta, ta." she added. Ring
me up some day."
And 80 he assisted at the dismissal
Of one Of Mr.. Martins callers that aft
ernoon. OF the first. Of Mr. Bronson
Of Chicago and his $4,000 cakes. he
had not yet heard. Perhaps this was
just as we'll. The mood Of Ambrose
this Saturday afternoon had grown far
too genial anyway.
Into the middle of this mood. Just as
he was showing the countess to the
door, with no Intervention by the
faithful johnson. burst Mary. follow
ed by Rodney in tearing hurry.
They stopped abruptly when they saw
Ambrose.
"Oh. have you seen father?" Rodney
| asked. SIS he here?'
I'm waiting for him now" Peale
answered.
Its most important" said Mary
breathlessly.
you remember the countess" Peale
put in cautiously.
They all bowed, embarrassed, and
there was an awkward pause. which
the countess broke.
"Well. guess I'm not wanted" she
said perspicaciously. looking shrewdly
at the trio, 80 I'll trot. I'll trot. So
long. you 10 soapsuds.''
Alas for the inequalities Of this
world! If for Ambrose Peale these
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