Askov American. [volume] (Askov, Pine County, Minn.) 1914-current, 1916-04-27

at his elbow. Gerry turned On Min.
"who told you to bring thatr TAsa
be felt ashamed OF his petulancs. IFS
oil right. George" he said. more gent
ally than he had spoken for many
day, but l don't want L. Take It
away"
He sat for long time and at last
came to a resolution. ak loved roses.
He would send her enough to bank her
room and he would follow them home.
He went up the avenue to his florists
and stood outside trying to decide
whether II should be one mass OF blood
red or color scheme. Suddenly the
plate glass caught reflection and
threw 1t in his face. Gerry turned.
A four.wheeler was passing. He
could not see the occunsstt, but on top
was a large. familiar trunk marked
with yellow girdle. On the trunk
was familiar label. He stared at
it and the label stared balk at him and
finally danced before his maxed eyes
as the cab disappeared into the traffic.
Gerry stood for long while,
stunned. He saw lady bow to him
from a carriage and afterwards he re-
membered that he had not bowed back.
Somebody ran into him. He looked
back at the flowers massed In the
window. remembered that be did not
need them now, and drew slowly
away. Two men hailed him from the
other side OF the street. Gerry braced
| himself. nodded to them and hailed .
| passing hanson. From the direction
| Alix' cab had taken he knew the sta
on the platform they were giving the
last call for the Montreal Express.
| He caught sight of Alix hurryina
through the gates and followed. As
she reached the first Pullman. some,
body raped on the window of the
drawing room. Gerry saw Alan's face
pressed against the pane. He watched
Alix stop. turn and climb the steps
of the car and then he wheeled and
hurried from the station.
Where could he go? Not to his clut
and Alan's. His face would betray
the scandal with which the club would
be buzzing tomorrow. Not to his bis
comfortable house. II would be toe
gloomy. Even In disaccord, Alix had
impaired to its somber oak and deer
shadows the glow Of buoyant life
When she was there one felt as though
there We're flowers in the house. Gerr,
was seized with great desire to hide
from his world. his mother, himself
He pictured the scare-heads In the pa
pers. That the name Of Lansing shout.
be found In that galley! 1t was to-
much. He could not face 1t.
He bought morning paper full o
shipping news and, getting into a taxi
gave the address Of his bank. On tn
way he studied the sailings' column
He found what he wanted. The Gun
ter due to sail that afternoon for Bra
| zil, Pernafi1buco the first stop.
At the bank Gerry drew out tn
| balance of his current account.
amounted to something over two thor
sand dollars. He took most of 1t 1
| Bank Of England notes. Then he start
] ed home to pack but before he reache
the house vision Of the servants
! Hurried after helping their mistres
off. commiserating him to each othel
| plying him to his face perhaps, or /
! the case of the old butler. suppressin
a great emotion, was too much fo
| him. He drove instead to big d,
| partment store and In an hour ha
! bought a complete outfit. He lunche
at one Of the quiet restaurants tha
divide down town from up. The pet
pie about him were voluble In Frenc
and Spanish. Already he felt as
his exile had begun.
The Gunter was to sail at three froi
Brooklyn. Gerry crossed by the ferr.
He did not get out of his cab. Owe
his baggage, piled outside and In, b
caught a glimpse of the suspensio
bridge. Years and years ago his fathe
\ had led him across that bridge whe
Ii was the eighth wonder Of the worl'
Gerry gave a great sigh at the men
DRY. He mad not invaded Brookly
b since. As the cab threaded the ii
terminable and reeking length OF Flu
8 man street he looked out and felt hin
: self upon an alien shore.
!. He had avoided buying a tickle
. As the Gunter warped out, the purs'
came to him. IT understand you ha,
no ticket"
mo-" said Gerry, drawing a roll I
bills. "How much is the passage
PernambucoT
The purser fdgeted. This Is IRE
ular, sir"
r "Is it," said Gerry, indifferently.
III have no ticket FORMS" said Il
purser, weakening.
RI don't want ticket" said Gerr
II want a good room and three squa
{ meals a day"
Long, quiet days on quiet sea al
a master sedative to troubled min
Gerry had great deal to thlr
Z through. He sat by the hour wit
hands loosely clasped, his eyes far o.
on the ocean, tracing the course Of h
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