The St. Mary banner. (Franklin, Parish of St. Mary, La.) 1889-1931, 1915-11-27
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old man lett NOrd That IL you ever
turned up again to hang on to you.
You were valuable. And there's Miss
Chetwood. If you want to thank any
body, thank her" Warrington missed
the searching glance. which was not
without its touch of envy. You'd bet
ter be off. Hustle back as soon as you
can" Elmore offered his hand now.
Cad! but you haven't lost any of your
old grip
I'm a bit dazed The last six
months have loosened up my nerves"
"Nobody's made Of iron"
I'D sound hollow if tried to say
what feel. I'll be back a week from
today"
III look for you"
AS the door closed behind Warning
ton, the young millionaire sat down,
scOwling at cubby hole in his desk.
He presently took out a letter post
marked Yokohama. He turned it about
in his hands, musingiy. Without read
ing it (fCr he knew its contents welD,
he thrust it back into the cubby hole
| Women were out of his sphere. He
could build a bridge within dollar of
the bid but he knew nothing about
women beyond the fact that they were
| always desirable.
A few monosyllables. a sentence or
| two. and then, good day. The average
man would have recounted every Incl
dent of note during those ten years.
| He did not admire Warrington any the
| less for his reticence. 1t took strong
man to hold himself together under all
| these blows from the big end of for
tunes horn.
Paul was a born engineer; Arthur
had entered the Office as a makeshift-
| Paul had taken eight thousand one
day, and decamped. Arthur had re-
funded the sum, and disappeared. Ell
more could not understand, nor could
his father. Perhaps some of the truth
would now come to light. Somehow,
Paul, with his blond beard and blonder
head, his bright eyes, his tan, his big
shoulders, somehow Paul was out OF
| date. He did not belong to the times.
And Elsa had met him over there;
practically ordered Though she had
no authority that he should be given
q start anew; that, moreover. she
would 60 his bond to any amount.
Funny old world! Well, he was glad.
Paul was man, big man, and that
was the sort needed in the foreign
bridge building. He rolled down the
top of his desk and left the building.
He was in no mood for work.
The evening of the third day found
Warrington in the baggage car, feed
ing dilapidated feather-molting bird,
who was in a most scandalous tenn
per. Rajah scattered the seeds about.
spurned the bananatip, tilted the wa
ter cup and swashbuckled generally
By and by, above the clack-clack OF
wheels and rails, came grooming
song. The baggageman looked up
from his waybook and lowered his
pipe. He saw the little green bird
pause and begin to keep time with its
head. 1t was the Urdu lullaby James
used to sing. 1t never failed to quiet
the little parrot. Warrington went
back to his Pullman, where the porter
greeted him with the information that
the next stop would be his. Ten min
utes later he stepped from the train
a small kitbag in one hand and the
parrot cage in the other.
He had come prepared for mistake
on the part of the natives. The single
smart cabman lifted his hat, jumped
down from the box, and opened the
door. Warrington entered without
speaking. The door closed. and the
coupe rolled away briskly. He was
perfectly sure of his destination. The
cabman had mistaken him for Arthur
1t would be better so. There would be
no after complications when he de
parted on the morrow. AS the coupe
took turn, he looked out Of the win
dow. They were entering driveway
lined on each side of which were chest
nuts. Indeed the house was set in the
center of a grove of these splendid
trees.
Warrington went up the broad
| NeIGuud SlcpS dAu puiiC0 Iho oAo As>oA-
toned bell cord. He was rather amazed
at his utter lack of agitation. He was
as calm as if he were making a cal
upon a casual acquaintance. Hi
mother and brother, whom he had no
seen in ten years! The great oak doc
drew in, and he entered unceremOni
ously.
why, Marse A'thuh, ! di'nt see 70
) 20 out!" exclaimed the old negro serv
ant.
II am not Arthur; l am his brothe
Paul. Which door,"
Pop-eyed, the old negro pointed to
, door down the hall. Then he leane'