Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1916-02-26

some inatt6fs to attend to. ri be hack
IL han - hour. It's wonderful soaD
NJ. Harun." he vonchsafed as he wet
out
AOh,, wonderful" agreed Mr.. Martin
dryly, watching Mr.. Bronson "a.
a wonderful soap, indeed: plain pink
CASTLE. But he would have to get In
on this. He stepped hastily to the tele-
phone.
1913 Worth-Hello, is this the IS
Soap company" he shouted in the Ne.
ceiver. "Just q minute. Is Mr.. Rod.
ney Martin in? No? Never mind who
/ am. Goodby. Johnson" he added
al. the butler appeared again, ''call up
my sons ONCE every ten minutes and
let mo know the minute he comes In.
Don't tell 'sm who's calling"
eyes, cir" said johnson docilely.
"And when Mr.. Bronson comes back
be sure 10 hxve him wait for me-"
eyes, SIR" said Johnson. There's
4 lady to see you, sir. She speaks
English now
"She does, eh?" said Mr.. Martin.
That's unusual. isn't it?'
II mean, SIR" said Johnson, when
she was here two months ago she
could only talk French"
Indeed. Well, I'm not interested in
the languages she speaks. Who Is she?
What does she wantg'
French rights Of the 10 Soap" said
Johnson.
'aThe what?" echoed Mr.. Martin.
1.-THE French right" repeated John
son.
Great scott-send her right inr' re.
piled his master.
Eyes, sir.
He went out Immediately and re-en-
tered, followed by the countess gown
ed as usual In charming frock and
very fluent in her line of talk.
1.-THE Countess de Bowreen." said
Johnson.sa
Paris and Chicago met that afternoon
In the library.
How do you do?" began the clever
countess, still at her games.
How do you do?" said Mr.. Martin
politely.
II am the Countess de Beaurien.
Your son have told you Of me-?
NO"
81 bet he have not. He is cheat.
He trick me-"
.'Well. WELL" thought Rodney's ia
Their, this is serious"
"Now, my dear lady," he began.
''Attendex, you listen to me-" the
countess ratified on. 1.-TWO months ago
buy the French rights for the Is
Soap. pay him $4,000, and now
cannot get any SOAP"
"You will have to see my son." said
Martin, rather Disguised
But I have seen him." shrieked the
countess, ''and he give me no satisfac-
ton. II cannot get any soap I must
have my money, one or the other, or
put him IN the jail. He is a cheat.
have here Re contract. rsue him in
the court
my dear lady, you mustn't feel that
way" said Martin, trying to soothe
her.
'.Teell Al, mon dieu," she cried. Il
trick no one, I play fair, I am an hon
est woman" And she went OF into
4 long speech in French, at the end Of
l which she-teek out an alleged contract
and waved it at him frantically. ~. . I.
~" But I don't understand French, !"
l said Mr.. Martin. ~ ~ taiEa Us tiae
i"Pardon, monsieur" said the count
esq; always wien Inn excited 1
speak the French. But II you love
your son you pay me back or else he
90 to Jail. What you say :"
."But $4,000 IS lot Of money"
demonstrated the soap king, too acute
Of course to give in at once.
Z "Yes. But 1t is more to me than IL
Is to you" argued tie lady. you pay
me or he go to prison. Now what you
say?" ,r.
At this crucial moment Ambrose Peale
made his entrance, and old Martin for
once in his life was glad to read his
name on the card in iJohnson's tray.
"By George, just the man want to
see!' he said. in great relief, but for
tunately not mentioning Peale's name
aloud. "Show him right in. Hold on,
hold on. Now. duchess. #. you don't
mind. Just step into this room min