The Idaho recorder. [volume] (Salmon City, Idaho) 1886-1927, 1915-12-17


perfectly dumfounded at the sight of
him"
She turned her eyes upon him. sur.
prisedly, as II he had suddenly burst
into the room through a window or a
hole in the wall. And she had never
heard OF J. Mortimer Forbes! Well,
that was quite possible young and
beautiful woman who went in for jade
snuff-bottles and pieces OF Shah Abbas
rugs was'not to be expected to bother
about magazine covers. and heaven
knew there were enough OF them,
Breakfast foods and soaps and hair
tonics He had thrown away a bril-.
liant career because IL was easier to
earn money than TO strive for good
work. He and Pifie were in the same
boat too fond of Avocado pears and
lenyearold champRgnes. Now II was
TOO late.
is there anything can dog"
No"
If you don't mind, should like
drinG OF water"
Shs NahN EoN w NuiNhlgs uN
bills scattered about the floor again
FORBES was becoming more and more
positive that he was in the middle of
some wonderful nightmare He eX-
pected nothing less than a goblet OF
Chinese bendable glass: but as she
returned with an ordinary tumbler. he
got himself in hand once more
For the second time he retrieved the
bills This time she tossed them into
the safe. Fifteen thousand dollars; as
he would have tossed a tailor's bill
into the waste. basket, and often did
Then in came the young woman s
father, Jillson and a very pale door.
boy.
Mort, you old vagabond, what the
deuce have you been up to now" cried
Jillson. Good evening, Miss Near.
son.
So her name was Mearson. Where
had he heard that name before?
Why. that imbecile of a boy there
told me the third floor. left, and here
II is"
Il called up. SIR. but you did moi
hear me, you we're in such a hurry.
came on new today
Jillson smiled. "Hou may go
shant report you this time" The DO,
vanished gladly enough Now, sup
posing we send for the police?"
No. said Miss Mearson deter
minedly. 1t might attract othel
thieves. do not want the police Of
the newspapers to know anything
about the affair. The box will be re
turned when he finds nothing but let
tiers in it.
Mr.. Mearson jerked his shoulders
7 Jillson scratched his chin. Forbei
sighed.
Well. then. Forbes-tut / beg par
don Forbes Miss Mearson and he
father. Forbes. Miss MearsJn. Is al
old friend Of mine. an artist"
Sorry you've had all this incon
venience, SAID Mearson decently 4
was a clever scoundrel Seemed q
know about our affairs. Lured "a
downtown false telephone call
NO harrn done replied Jillson
locking his arm in ForAes Goo,
night. Hope the box is returned whel
the thief finds there's nothing valu
able in II.
The girl smiled in a detached way
NOW. jill. old man said For5e
on the way up 10 Jillsons q worl
about this, and I'll never forgive you
Did MearsOn speak before the bOysf
No. You're safe enough. Nuns
the word IL 1t viii case you. MightJ
good joke on you, though. We've beer
waiting for you for an hour. Rams
up your studio. your club and YOU
fayorite bar. Crawiord's having eil
usual run Of luck. Four-card drsWI
and all that. and he's four hundre'
ahead Of the game at this minute
He's always the devils luck But
lucky Al cards. unlucky at love"
Oh. punk, There's Wheedon: haD
piest married man IN town, and b.
wins about Eve thousand year. Only
O-awfnrd'E luck 10 uncanny'