Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1915-09-06

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as any that ever let for forty pounds
within forty minutes Of Waterloo.
"This can't be it," shouted Cazalet.
1T cant he here-stop! Stop! tell
you!"
A young woman had appeared in
one of the overpowering wooden porti-
Goes; two or three swinging strides
| were bringing her down the silly little
| path to the wicket.gate with the idiotic
! name; there was no time to open 1t be-
fore Cazalet blundered up, and shot
his hand across to get grasp as firm
| and friendly as he gave.
"Blanchie!"
Sweep"
They were their two nursery names.
hers no improvement on the proper
monosyllable, and his rather dubious
token Of pristine proclivities. But out
! 10th came as If they were childre'
still, and children who had 100 l.
long enough apart to start with good
honest mutual stare.
You aren't bit altered" declared
the man of thirty-three, with note
| not entirely tactful in his admiring
voice. But his old chum only laughed.
| "Fiddle!" she cried. But you're not
altered enough. Sweep, Pm disappoint-
cd in you. Where's your beard?"
X had it of the other day. always
| aeant to-" he explained, "Dafore the;
end Of the voyage. wasn't going TO
land like wild man of the woods.
you know"
Weren't you! I call 1t mean"
| Her scrutiny became severe, but
softened again at the sight of his
| cIutched wide-awake and curiously
characterless, shapeless suit.
You may well look!" he cried, de-
lighted that she should. They're
| awful old buds, know, but you would
| think them wonder if you saw where
| they came from"
I'm sorry to interrupt" said
J Blanche, laughing, "but there's your
| taxi ticking up twopence every quar-
| ter Of an hour. and can't let il go on
| without warning you. Where have you
come from?"
He told her with grin, was round
ly reprimanded for his extravaganza,
but brazened it out by giving the
smart young man a sovereign before
! her eyes. After that, she said he had
| better come in before the neighbors
came out and mobbed him for mil
lionaire. And he followed her indoors
J and upstairs, into little new den
crowded with some Of the big old
things he could remember in very
| different setting. But II the room was
small it had balcony that was hard
ly any smaller on top of that unduly
imposing porch; and out there, over
looking the fine grounds opposite, were
basket chairs and table, hot with
the Indian summer sun.
Il hope you are not shocked at my
abode" said Blanche. I'm afraid
can't help it il you are. It's just big
enough for Martha and me; you re-
member old Martha, don't you? You'll
have to come and see her, but she'll
be horribly disappointed about your
| beard!"
Coming through the room, stopping
to greet picture and bookcase GILL
ing a wall each) as old friends, GAIA
let had deserted a photograph Of him
self with that appendage. He had
threatened to take the beastly thing
away, and Blanche had told him he
| had better not. But it did not occur
to Cazalet that it was the photograph
to which Hilton Toye had referred, or
that Toye must have been In this very
room to see 1t. In these few hours he
/ k~A <kSn ns~So ofA OF
least in so far as it associated itself
| with Blanche Macnair.
| 1.-THE others all wanted me to live
near Them" she continued. but as no
| two Of them are in the same county
it would have meant q caravan. Be-
sides. wasn't going to be transplant
ed at my age. Here one has every
body one ever knew, except those who
escape by emigrating. simply at ones
mercy on q bicycle. There's more golf
and tennis than I can find time to
play; and still keep the old boat in
| the old boat-house at Littleford, be-
cause it hasn't let or sold yet. I'm
sorry to say
$50 saw as passed" said GAIA
let. 'That hit me hard!"
| "The place being empty hits me
harder" rejoined the last of the Mac
nairs. ITS going down in value every
day like all the other property about
here, except this sort. Mind where you
throw that match. Sweep! don't
want you to set fire to my pampas-
grass; It's the only tree I've got!"
Cazalet laughed; she was making
him laugh quite often. But the PAM
| pas-grass, like the rest Of the ridic-
ulous little garden in front, was OBJ
secured II not overhung by the balcony
on which they sat. And the subject
| seemed one to change.
1T was simply glorious coming
down." he said. Il wouldn't swap that
three-Quarters Of an hour for bale Of
WOOL You can't think how every NOR
tai thing on tho way appealed to me.
The only blot was q funeral ct Barnes;
| It seemed such . sin to be buried on
day like this, and fellow like me
coming home to enjoy himself"
He had turned grave. but not graver
than at tho actual momsnt coming
down. Indeed. he was simply coming
down again. for her benefit and his
own, without an Interior trouble until
Blanche took him up with long facs
Of her own. =
We've had 8 funeral here sup-
pose you know!"
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