Abilene weekly reflector. [volume] (Abilene, Kan.) 1888-1935, 1916-03-09

Well, well, we're coming up In the
world, eh having real nabob among
u.s."
won't you sit down, Mr.. BlithersT'
said Mrs. King. "Or would you prefer
a more comfortable chair on the porch?
We
mo, thanks, I'll stay here If you
don't mind" said he hastily and drag
ged up the camp chair that Lieutenant
Dank had been occupying.
Fetch another chair, Lucas" said
King to the servant. "And another
glass of lemonade for Miss Felton,"
"Felton?' queried Mr. Blithers, sit
ting down very carefully on the rather
fragile chair and hitching up his white
flannel trousers at the knees to reveal
a pair of purple socks, somewhat ele-
mentary in tone.
1--WE know your daughter, Mr. Blith-
ers," said little Miss Nellie eagerly.
II was just trying to remember
I'VE live across the road-over there
in the little white house with the ivy
where I'd heard the name," pro-
ceeded Mr. Blithers, still looking at the
prince. Try Jove, / should think my
daughter and the prince would make
a rafting good match. l mean," he
added. with boisterous laugh, "a good
match at tennis. Well have to get 'em
together some day, Ell, up at Blither-
! wood. How long is the prince to be
with you Mrs. King?'
cts rather uncertain. Mr.. Blithers,"
said she and no more.
Mr.. Blithers famed himself in pa
thence for a moment or two. Then he
looked at his watch.
Getting along toward dinner time
up our way" he ventured. Everybody
seemed rather intent on the game,
which was extremely one sided.
"Good work." shouted King as Fan
ME FELTON, managed to return an easy
service.
Lieutenant Dank applauded vigor-
ously. "Splendid" he cried out. Gap
italy placed"
"They speak remarkably good Eng
fish, don't they?' said Mr.. Blithers In
an audible aside to Mrs. King.
She smiled. "Officers In the Grau-
stark army are required to speak Eng
fish, French and German, Mr.. Bllthers."
cts good idea" said he. Maud
speaks French and Italian like ma
tive. She was educated In Paris and
Rome, you know. Fact is, she's lived
abroad great deal"
us she at home now, Mr.. BlithersT
Depends on what you'd call home,
Mrs. King. We've got SO many don't
know Just which is the real one. II
you mean Blitherwood, yes, she's
there. Course there's our town house
In Madison avenue, the place at New
port, one at Nice and one at Pasadena,
/ Cal, you know, and a little shack In
London. By the way, my wife says
you live quite near our place in New
York"
eve live in Madison avenue, but it's
rather long street, Mr.. Blithers. Just
where is your houseY she inquired
rather spitefully.
He looked astonished you surely
must know where the Blithers house
| Is at
"Game! shrieked Fannie FELTON,,
tossing her racket in the air, victor.
They're through" said Mr.. Blithers
in tone of relief He shifted his legs
and put his hands on his knees, sug-
costing readiness to arise on an in
stants notice.
"Shall we try another set?" called
out the prince.
MAKE it doubles" put in Lieutenant
! Dank, and turned to Nellie. '"Shall we
take them on?'
And doubles it was, much to the dis
gust of Mr.. Blithers. He sat through
the nine games, manifesting an inter
est he was far from feeling.
To his utter amazement at the con
clusion of the game the four players
made a dash for the house without
even so much as a glance in his direc-
/ ton. 1t was the prince who shouted
something that sounded like now for
shower!" as he raced up the terrace,
followed by the other participants.
! Mr. Blithers said something violent
under his breath, but resolutely re-
| tanned his seat 1t was King who
glanced shyly at his watch this time
and subsequently shot a questioning
look at his wife. She was frowning in
considerable perplexity and biting her
firm, red lips. Count Quinnox coolly
arose and excused himself with the re-
mark that he was or to dress for din
ner. He also looked at his watch.
which certainly was an act that one
would hardly have expected of 4 diplo-
mat.
well, well" said Mr.. Blithers pro
foundly. Then he looked at his own
I watch-and settled back in his chair,
a somewhat logged compression about
his jaws. He was not the man to be
/ thwarted You certainly have a coy