Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1916-03-29
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TURMOIL
A Novel By
BOOTH TARKrNcToN
I Author Of
Monsieur Beaucaire, "Ihe
Conquest of Canaan -
''Psnrod, !" etc.
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Onus1she l0lk by Harper i Bsothes

never mlnu, mdmmH! MIS-. Sner1-
dan and Miss Sheridan neither Of
them could help unconsciously turning
to look at me-speculatively the
same time! They all three kept look
ing at me and talking about the oldest
son, Mr.. James Sheridan, Jr. Mrs.
Sheridan said his father is very anx-
ious to get Jim to marry and settle
down. and she assured me that Jim Is
right cultivated Another Of the sons,
youngest one, they didn't seem to con.
slider quite one Of themselves, some
how. The other brother is the middle
one, Roscoe; he's the one that owns the
new house across the street, where that
young black sheep Of the Lamhorns,
Robert, goes so often. Papa" She
stepped nearer to him SO that he had to
face her, and his eyes were troubled
as he did. There may have been a
trouble deep within her own, but she
kept their surface merry with laughter.
Papa, Bibbs is the youngest ones
name, and Bibbs-to the best of our. In
formations lunatic. Roscoe ia
married. Papa, does it have to be
JimY tl5r.. t., 4. ~:
.jI "Maryw Mrs. vertrees cried, sharp
~. you're outrageous! That's per
fectly horrible way Of talkingv'
"Well, I'm close Z to twenty-four,' -
said Mary, turning to her. II haven't
been able to like anybody yet that's
asked me to marry him, and maybe I
never shall. Until q year or SO ago I've
had everything ever wanted in my
life-you and papa gave it all to me-
and it's about time began to pay
back. Unfortunately, Il don't know
how to do anything-but something's
got to be done"
But you needn't talk Of it like thatv'
insisted the mother, plaintively. TITS
motifs not -. =. + + 2 So =
/. mo, it's not said Mary. II know
that" I'd o.. . ~.
"How did they happen to ask you to
dinner?" Mr.. Vertrees inquired, I'M
easily. "Stextrawdn'ry thing!"
Climbers hospitality Mary de-
fined it. I'VE were 50 very cordial and
easy! It's a sort Of house-warmins
dinner, and they talked about it and
talked about it-and then the girl got
her courage up and blurted out the In
vitation. And mamma said that you
and abe had promised to go to q lecture
at the Emerson club tonight, but that
her daughter would be delighted to
come to the big show! So there I am,
and there's Mr.. Jim Sheridan-and
there's the clock! Dinners at seven.
thirtyw !, TX 3. "a
And she ran out Of tie room, scoop
ing up her fallen furs With Z gesture
Of flying grace as she. sped.
When she came down., at twenty
minutes after seven, her father stood
in the hall, at the foot OF the stairs.
waiting to be her escort through the
dark. He looked up and watched her
As she descended, and his gaze was
fond and proud-and profoundly dis
turbed. But she. smiled and nodded
gayly, and, when she reached the door,
put hand on his shoulder. S
AT least no one could suspect me- to-
night" she said. II look rich, don't I,
papaY'
She did. She had look that wor.
shipful girl friends called regal" "A
head taller than her father, she was as
straight and jaundly poised: % boy
athlete; and her brown hair and her
brown eyes were like her mothers, but
for the rest she went back to some