Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1915-08-04
PARROT & co.
By Harold MacGrath.
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forgiven you yet"
81 believe it's going home that's the
matter with you. Well, for one shall
be glad to leave this horrid country.
Cinnamon everywhere, in your room,
at your table, under your feet. And in
the streets, Cinnamon and Malays and
Hindus, and I don't know what other
outlandish races and tribes. Why,
what's all this?' cried Martha, bend
ing to the floor.
Elsa ran back to the room. She
gave little gasp when she saw what
it was that Martha was holding out
for her inspection. 1t was Warning
tons letter of credit. She had totally
forgotten it's existence. Martha could
not help seeing it. Elsa explained
frankly what it was and how it had
come into her possession. Martha
was Mortified.
elisa, they might have entered
your room; and your jewels lying
about everywhere! How could you be
so careless"
But they didn't. I'll return this to
Mr.. Warrington in the morning; per-
"He was in the next room, and we
never knew it," The final hook
snapped in place. 'Well, Wednesday
our boat leaves;" as If this put a
period to all further discussion anent
Mr. Parrot & Co. Nothing very seri-
Gus could happen between that time
and now.
"Wednesday night" Elsa began to
sing again, but not so joyously. The
petty things Of everyday life were
lifting their heads once more, and Of
necessity she must recognize them.
She sat at the consul generals table,
informally. There was gay incense
quential chatter, an exchange of rec
objections and comparisons Of cities
and countries they had visited at sep
arate times; but neither she nor he
mentioned the chief subject of their
thoughts. She refrained because of a
strange yet natural shyness of a
woman who has found herself; and
he, because from his angle of vision
it was best that Warrington should
pass out of her life as suddenly and
mysteriously as he had entered it.
Had he spoken frankly he would have
saved Elsa many bitter heartache,
many weary day.
Warrington was absent, and so we're
his enemies. If there was any truth
in reincarnation Elsa was confiden
that in the splendid days of Rome she
had beaten her pink palms in ap
plause of the gladiators. Pagan; she
was all of that; for she knew that she
could have looked upon Mallow's face
with more than ordinary interest
Nevermore would her cheeks burn al
the recollection of the mans look.
In her room, later, she wrote two
letters. The one to Arthur covered
several pages; the other consisted O.
a single line. She went down to the
Office, mailed Arthurs letter and lef
the note in Warrington's key box. L
was not an Intentionally cruel lette1
she had written to the man in Amer
lea; but if she had striven toward
that effect she could not have achieved
it more successfully. She cried gu
against the way he had treated hi
brother, the false pride that had hid
den all knowledge of him from her
Where we're the charity and mere,
of which he had so often preached
Pages of burning reproaches which
scared the soul of the man who rea'
them. She did not confide the state o
her heart. 1t was not necessary. TIL
arraignment of the one and the dc
Tense of the other were sufficientl
Illuminating.
Soundly the happy sleep. She di
not hear the removal of Warning
tons luggage at midnight, for it wa
stealthily done. Neither did she hea
the fretful mutter of the bird as hi
master disturbed his slumbers. Moth
ing warned her that he intended t
spend the night on board; that, ha7
ing paid his bill early in the evening
her note might have lain in the Ike
box until the crack of doom, so far a
he was likely to know of it's existence
No angel of pity whispered to he
Awake! No dream magic people te
about drew for her the picture of th
man she loved, pacing up and dow
the cramped deck of the packet boa
fighting battle compared to whic
that of the afternoon was play. Els
slept on, dreamless.
When she awoke in the morning ST
ran to the mirror-al this fires
beauty she was going to give to hill
without condition, without reserv
ton, absolutely. She dressed quick
singing lowly. Fate makes US the ha
piest when she is about to crush US.
Usually she had her breakfa
served in the room, but this morni1
she was determined to go downstai1
She was excited; she brimmed wi
.exuberance; she wanted Romance
begin at once. srss ss ]: .se4ss:
Good morning." she greeted t
consul general, who was breakfasti