Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1915-12-30

Ills eyes searched his sons face ovel
his gold-rimmed spectacles.
"She's been here?" he asked eager
ly. "well?"
1--WE get the book" said Merrol. al
appears anonymously. Even we are
not to know the author"
"What name did she give?"
"Rhodes."
"False, probably-eh?"
81 suppose So"
"Miss Martin says she is young"
"She doesn't seem over seventeen
"Do you think we are safe in pub
lishing?"
eyes. How about Krael for illus
trations? His misty, shadowy things
would be ideal for this"
"I guess so. See him soon. He'll
probably have lots of work ahead"
Young Merrol lifted the receiver of
his desk-phone, and to thes witch
board operator he called: "Get Mr..
Seibert Krael on the wire, please"
81 should like to have seen her."
said the elder Merrol.
"She was well worth seeing," ad-
mitted his son, flushing.
Meanwhile the girl in the sables
entered the big limousine that was
waiting at the curb, and leaning back
upon the cushions, tried to read the
contracts, but the speed of the vehi-
Gle interfered.
So presently she returned them to
her muff, and gazed listlessly out of
the window at the passing crowds. A
chow-dog sat as listlessly beside her
and gazed out of the other window.
From other vehicles, as they proceeded
up the avenue, and from the sidewalk,
various persons nodded and smiled.
The girl acknowledged their recog-
milton.
At the Forty-Second Street cross
ing woman with child in her arms
was waiting patiently for an oppor-
tunity to cross. The girls eyes rested
on them speculatively.
Along in the Sixties the limousine
halted before tall, white-stone house.
The girl picked up the chow and de-
scended when the footman opened the
door. simultaneously the house-door
opened. She went up the steps and
entered the hall.
"Miss Rhodes is in your sitting
room, madame" said the servant as
she dropped the chow-dog.
The girl opened her coat, crossed
10 the lift, ascended, and was pres
emily entering small, amazingly,
luxurious lounge" done in a pale Law
ender. A woman was waiting there,
ylancing idly through magazine.
She was tall, rather thin, some
where in her late twenties. Her eyes
we're blue-gray, and they looked out
1t the world through thick glasses.
Her brown hair was plainly, almost
but neatly done. Her nose
vas little too large for beauty. Her
mouth was too wide. She wore a
'lain blue tailored suit, a small blue
lat, and a stole and muff of mink |
ay beside her.
AT the opening of the door she look
d up and smiled. The girl in sables
id not smile. She simply nodded and
.reated the other with long, straight
yelciming look.
"Been waiting long?" she asked.
"No," answered the older girl, mot
cry. l ran up with letter from
nother. l thought you'd hardly be
ut in such a wind"
The girl in sables crossed the room
nd rang.
"Had tea ?" she asked.
"No Giddings asked me, but 1 pre-
erred to wait"
81 wish you wouldn't stand on such
eremony. You make me feel inhos-
liable, Aggie," said the girl in sa-
les. And then as maid appeared
nd took the fur-coat and tam-o'-shan-
er her mistress added: "Have Gid
ings bring tea, Ellen!"
eyes, madame" said Ellen, with
rawing.
The younger girl-the one who had
scinated Mr.. Merrol-yawned and
5retched frankly, with a little nod
apology toward her sister. Then
he came and sat down on the pale {
vender divan.
"Where's the letter." she asked.
wrong?"
"No, not exactly. She has over
'awn her account again and wants it
heightened out. l don't know why
lie writes to me about it. She {
nows very well l have to refer the
after to Vou anVwaVo