The Hays free press. [volume] (Hays, Kan.) 1908-1924, 1915-09-18

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opening of the De Soto Inn for the
summer season. For another, the
special train from the far South arriv-
ing at noon and bearing the first de-
tachment of the inns guests, had for
one of its Pullman passengers an
elderly gentleman with a strongly
marked Scottish face; a gentleman
with the bushy white eyebrows of age,
the long upper lip of caution, the
dropping eyelid of Feasibility, and the
bearing of man of routine; in other
words, Mr.. Andrew Galbraith, faring
northward on his customary summer
vacation, which-the fates intervening
he had this time determined to
spend at the Wahaskan resort
For a third item, it was at three
o'clock of this same Wednesday that
Raymer came out of Jasper Grierson's
bank with his head down and cloud
on his brow; the cloud dating back
to an interview just closed, a short
and rather brittle conference with the
banks president held in Jasper Grier-
sons private room, with the president
sitting at ease in his huge armchair
and his visitor standing, quite desti-
tute of ease, at the desk-end.
Raymer's horse was only a short
half-square away, hitched in front of
the Winnebago house, and he went to
get it. But at the instant of unhitch-
ing, Miss Grierson's trap was driven
up and the untying of knots paused
while he stepped from the curb to
stand at the wheel of the modish equi-
page.
You are getting to be as bad as
all the Others" was the greeting he
got from the high driving seat You
haven't been at Mereside for an age
only once since the night you took Mr..
Griswold away from US. By the way,
what has become Of Mr. Griswold? He
doesn't show himself in public much
oftener than you do"
81 think he has been getting to work
on his writing" said Raymer, good
naturally apologizing for his friend.
He'll come down out of the clouds
after little. I understand he dimes
at Doctor Berries tonight"
The young iron founder was looking
up into the eyes of beguiling when he
said this, and, being a mere man, he
wondered what made them flash and
then grow suddenly fathomless and
brooding.
When you see him, tell him that
we are still on earth over at Mere
side," said the magnate's daughter
pertly; and a moment later, as Ray
mer was turning out of Main street
into Shawnee, he narrowly missed run
ming over a heavy-set man with a
dark face and dropping mustaches;
a pedestrian whose preoccupation
seemed so great as to make him quite
oblivious to street crossings and pass
ing vehicles until Raymer pulled his
horse back into the shafts and
shouted.
One more small coincidence will
serve to total the items on the We'd
nesday page. If Brof1n had not
| had so nearly run him down, he
might have been crossing Main street
| in front of the Winnebago at the pre-
else instant when Miss Grierson, with
| young Dahlgren in the second seat of
the trap. came around the square and
| pulled up to let her horse drink at
/ the public fountain.
who is that characterization
man crossing over to the Winnebagc
house?" asked Miss Grierson of her
seatmate, indicating Broffin with a
wave of the whip. and skillfulIy max
ing the query sound like the vofcing
of the idlest curiosity.
Fellow named Brofin, from Louisi
ana" said Dahlgren, who, as assistant
editor of the Daily Wahaskan, knew
everybody. Says he's in the lumber
business down there, but, doubt it,
said the carpenter, and shed a bitter
tear"
why do you doubt it?" queried
Miss Grierson, neatly Ticking q fy
from the horses back with the tip OF
the whiplash
'Oh, on general principles, I guess
You wouldn't say he had any of the
earmarks of a business man"
What kind of earmarks has hC
got?" persisted Miss Grierson-merely
to make talk. as Dahlgren decided.
81 don't know. We were talkin,
about him at the club the other night
and Shefield-he's from Kentucky
| you know-thOught he remembered
the name as the name of a moon
shine raider he'd heard Of down in hi
home state"
"a moonshine raider? What is that !?
By this time Miss Margery's curiosit,
was less inert than it had been, or ha,
seemed to be, at first.
"a deputy marshal, you know;
sort OF government policeman and de
tective rolled into one He looks il
don't you think?"
/ Miss Grierson did not say what sh
thought. then, or later, when she Sc
: Dahlgren down at the door of hi
[ Newspaper Office in Sioux avenue. Blu
? still later. two hours later, in fact. sh
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