Abilene weekly reflector. [volume] (Abilene, Kan.) 1888-1935, 1915-09-30

Q "Beauclair, Beauville-oh, here sh
D is. Beaurien. No, she is not. A fax,
, Johnson, just as i supposed. Th
I Countess de Beaurien is seventy year
! old, and at her death the title bt
, comes extinct Was the lady this aft
ernoon as old as seventy, Johnson?"
"Oh, no, sir. Not at all, SIR"
"Are you sure she asked for me an,
not Mr.. RodneyT
"Quite sure, sir Miss Grayson wa
here, sir. and can tell you. We had
! time of It,"
"Some lady going into business to d,
America or the Americans" was Mr.
Martins inward comment. ANYBODY
elseT he added aloud.
Eyes, SIR" said Johnson; Mrs. Chey
semOre. She left the blank for the Y
NJ. c. A. subscription"
II hope you remember that I'm al
ways out for her, Johnson"
Mr.. Martin thought it really a little
shameful how many times this pious
lady came to see him.
"And who else? Give me that tray"
Mr.. Martin took the salver and peered
beneath the rims of his glasses at the
bits Of pasteboard. Ambrose Peale,"
he read, press representative Belle of
Of Broadway company"
"Now who was that, Johnson?"
He was calling on Mr. Rodney, sir"
said Johnson. He's been here several
times, but never left his card before"
A press agent from a Broadway
show after Rodney? The young mans
father groaned inwardly. "Oh, Lord, " he
thought, what nextT Visions of breach
Of promise, Of blackbird dinners, or
even elopements, flashed through his
mind. This settled 1t. Rodney simply
must be anchored somehow.
"Is Mr.. Rodney In, JohnsonY' was
the next inquiry.
mo, sir. Not now, SIR"
do you know where he is now?"
"FrOm to 2 he was at downtown
restaurant at lunch, sir. From 2:3O to
he was at the horse auction company
looking at a new hunter, sir. From 4
to he's at the Municipal club, SIR"
Good heavens, Johnson, how do you
know all thatr exclaimed Mr.. Martin.
Because he left the telephone num-
bers, sir, and was to let him know If
Miss Grayson came in, SIR"
"And has she been here, Miss Gray
SOM"
Eyes, sir; she's been here since 4 |
O'Clock, sir, doing some tipping. She's |
still waiting for you"
why the devil didn't you say 80,
thenY
Il was coming to 1t presently, SIR"
"Tell her to come in, then, to the
library. And, johnson, don't you bother
to ring up and tell Mr.. Rodney any
thing, do you understands
eyes, sir. Nothing, sir"
It was really faithless Of johnson,
the soap king thought, to betray Rod
ney's well laid plans, but Rodney's IA
Their had plans of his own in frustrat-
Ing them. Let that silly ass Johnson
think what he had mind to- He
1idn't want Mary Grayson for himself,
and he didn't care If she was poor.
She came of good stock-he had known
her mother-and there could be many
4 worse fate for Rodney than being
,aught In her net. He was not sure,
n point of fact, If the girl wasn't
spreading her nets quietly. The old
nan was shrewd Judge of character,
ind there was an idea taking shape
n the back of his mind that Mary
1rayson might help him earn that $780,
100.
Mary Grayson! Well, what made
vOung men work? Love, sometimes,
md poverty and necessity. The first
night stir Rodney up, If not the Sec
md and third. But why not all three?
"She stoops to conquer" he mutter- .
ID to himself. To tell the truth he
lad heard this phrase all his life with I
ut really taking In the meaning of it.
low he had seen the old farce comedy
'rettily played not long ago, and the
ackneyed title Of It had been ringing
n his ears with rather a new mean
nc. Rodney might be made to stoop
o be conQuered-to conquer himself
nd his laziness Of q rich mans son.
IN Mary Grayson's part 1t was not
eally STOPPING II you considered Rod
ey's mentality and character. He ad-
lifted it sourly. If Rodney could find
n incentive in Mary Grayson, the
what did old man Mar
In care? he knew her for q good
lrl. as she was a pretty one, and mic
: in speech and manners than some !.
{ the widows who made heavy eyes
t him from the windows OF their |.
mouslnes. Lots Of old fellows. he
bought, might feel like making up to
larry themselves. And why noti :
Zen, one reason for Cyrus Martin was !
nat he had known her mother. Be !
des- :
did you want me, Mr.. Martini d