The Topeka state journal. [volume] (Topeka, Kansas) 1892-1980, 1915-03-06
The Evening Story
Fate and Peter LaidIaw.
(By June Galeau.)

calmly.
He worked his way through COL
| ."Humph! Spent all the Everett
money first"
Dad, you are unfair to Paul Ev-
| erett. You never saw him in your
/ life, and yet you judge him by the
standard of your antipathy toward
| his uncle. AS a matter of fact, Paul
wanted to go to Mansfield and spe
cialiZe in architecture-his uncle
wanted him to go to that old fogy col
lege where he graduated back in
| eighteen siXty-something, and Paul
simply wouldn't go there. His uncle
has control over PauIs money until
Paul is twenty-eight-So Paul worked
his way through Mansfield and has
opened an office in town, and
And wants to marry my daugh
terri finished Mr.. Bissel grouchily.
"Why is it, Marjorie, that every time
I run across to Europe for a little va
cation you manage to get into mis-
chief of some sort? Once you came
down with measles-anOther time you
entered training for a hospital nurse,
and I'd hardly got that idea out of
your head and went on a hunting trip
to return and find you a militant suf-
fragette. This time / return and find
you are engaged to marry a man I've
never seen or heard of! 1 forbid you
to see him again until 1 have had
| time to think the matter over"
But. dad, he is coming this even
ing TO see you! pTOleSlSo pOOI Mai
jorie.
Then he can go home without see
ing any of us. I'll instruct Dolson to
tell him we are not at home.
Without a word Marjorie left the
room and sought the telephone. But
she could not reach her lover, for he
had already left his office, and the
clerk who answered her call said that
Mr. Everett had not mentioned Where
he was going or when he would re-
turn.
Marjorie found her mother sewing
placidly in her own sitting room and
laid the case before her.
MY dear child SoOthed Mrs. Bis
sell lit is one of those things you must
leave to fate. Your father is a very
obstinate man. If he dislikes the Ev-
eretts, why he won't consider that
perhaps Paul is different from his OBJ
iectionabie relatives. Somehow, some
day, Jacob will change his mind, but
we cannot force him. 1 learned that
twenty years ago..
TT is so ridiculous for father to OBJ
ject" complained Marjorie. for Paul
is-is-well, you know that no sane
person could object to Paul as SON.
in-1awI''
quivering lips.
Take my advice, honey" she muir
INJURED. Leave the matter to fate
and Paul Everett. He's got grit
enough to win you in spite of Jacob
Bissel, and that is a compliment, Mar
jorie.''
Paul Everett received his dismissal
at the Bissel front door and went back
to his apartment and telephoned to
Marjorie.
"I'n find a way out. sweetheart" he
promised. He'll beg me to come
around and see him-believe mel
Marjorie believed and waited.
Two days later Jacob Bissel lounged
in the retiring room of his favorite
club and talked to his old crony,
Peter Laidlaw.
Peter was talking about the splen-
did country mansion he was building
down on Long Island and he invited
Jacob Bissel to drive down there in
his car and see it.
mot another one just like it in the
world" boosted Laidlaw as they
motored down to Bluffton the next
day. MY architect is a corker-
won't touch job that doesn't appeal
to him-a regular genius. Why, had
to go down my knees to get this
job out of him. You know old Mason
Smith %
He wanted Everett to rebuild his
house-it burned, you remember
Everett wouldn't touch it-didn't like
Smith, anyway, and said he Wouldn't
build the kind of an architectural
horror Smith wanted, anyway"
Everett did you say?" demanded
Bissel sharply.
Yes, old Tad Everett's boy-smarr
little rascal, too. Wanted to pick his
own college and worked his way
through, by Jove! Born architect
and has made such a success of it
that he can pick his own customers,
too wouldn't make set of plans
for you, Jacob, if he took a notion
not to.'
"Pooh." sneered Jacob Bissel.
BET you," retorted Peter Laidlaw,
and SO a wager was made and re-
corded.
II was going to build on my prop
erty down here, anyway" remarked
Bissel.
"Good-I want you for a neigh
bor.''
up his telephone received and called
a number.
Paul Everett's pleasant voice re-
sponded.
This is Jacob Bissel,' said the
magnate rather pompously; Il wish
to consult you concerning the plans
for my new country house at Bluff |
ton"
Whereupon Mr.. Bissel was disa gree
ably surprised to learn that for some |
reason Mr.. Everett was not eager to
do business with him. He respectful
ly referred Mr.. Bissel to his secretary, |
who advised the irate gentleman to
at 4:30 that afternoon.
Exactly at ABS Mr.. Bissel painted
into the handsome offices of the
young architect ana was informed by
a polite secretary that Mr.. Everett
had just left for the day.
IT had an appointment with him at
4:30," protested Mr. Bissel
1T is ABS, sir; Mr.. Everett never |
waits for any one.