Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1915-02-13
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Elsa Chetwood. She had her IA
Tiers eyes, and 1t was this which had
drawn his gaze to the portrait. Chef
wood; and Arthur had not known any
more than he had. What irony! Ten
years wasted for nothing!
Warrington laughed aloud. A weak
ness seized him. like that Of man
long gone hungry.
Buck up, Paul." warned the good
Samaritan. "All this kind of knocks
the wind out of you. know. But
what I've offered you Is in good faith
Will you take it?"
YES" simply.
That's the way to talk. Supposing
you go out to lunch with me? Wen
talk it over like old times"
mo. / haven't seen :"
ITO be sure! forgot. Do 70,
know where they live, your mothe,
and brother?'
mo l expected to ask you"
The vice.president scrubbed down
the address, Il believe you'll find
them both there. though Arthur, un'
derstand, is almost as great a traveller
as you are. OF course you want to
see them, you poor beggar! The
Southwestern will pull you almost ur
to the door. After the reunion, you
hike back here, and Wen get down tc
the meat of the business.%
"John," said Warrington, huskily,
you're q man."
ooh. pifie! It's not all John. The
old man left word that If 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 it's touch Of envy. You'd bet
ter be of. 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 sis
months have loosened up my nerves."
"Nobody's made of iron"
"Id sound hollow II l tried to say
what feel. I'll be back q week from
today"
"I'll 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 letter post
marked Yokohama. He turned it about
in his hands, musingly. Without read
ing it (for he knew its contents welD,
he thrust it back into the cubby hole
Women were out of his sphere. He
could build 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.
denl 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 born engineer; Arthur
had entered the Office as pakeshilt.
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
start anew; that, moreover, she
would go his bond to any amount.
Funny old world! Well. he was glad.
Paul was a 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 banana-tip, 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. It 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.
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 war
perfectly sure Of his destination. The
cabman had mistaken him for Arthur.
It 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