Missouri Valley times. [volume] (Missouri Valley, Iowa) 1874-1931, 1916-09-21

edge. trees just growing black Asalnstl
q dying sunset. q herd Of cattle COM
ing out Of the west. Before this pic
ture Lorelei paussd. staring with wide
eyes Of wondsf
I!ilas huny Ats hst car&lAssiy Into q.
chair, lit q Cigarette from . Ti4AAy.
humidor, then turned With the spepiel
IN her arms end. beholdipg her guest
with rapt, upturned face. remarked,
with laugh:
Looks like the reel thing. d0esn't it?"
"Oh-it's wonderful--so clean and;
cool and quiet! I've seen cattle In Vale
that looked Just IKE those, when I
went barefoot In the grass.
Some Dutchmaa painted it-his.
names on the corner. Hes dead now.
believe 1t used to hang In some
.museum-I forget where. I IKE PIE
lures Of women best. but She
shrugged and left the sentence unAp-
ished. "Thers's . dandy 10 my bed
room, although 1t didn't cost bali es
much 40 that barnyard thing. The
frames Z foot wide and covered With
solid gold"
II had no tdea you lived like this"
Lorelel peered through = pair Of
French doors and into q perfectly Ap-
pointed library, with massive Rahog-
any table. deep loungipE chaiss. writ
ing desk, and doms.crowped read
ing lamp.
MY study" I4ilas laughed, shortly.
"That's where improve my miRd-
not. The books are deadly. Now come;
Hitchy ko0 must have dinner resdy.
His name isn't Hitchy Koo. but 1t
sounds ike 1t. and he's the cutest
little thing: got the cutest little
swing" She moved down the hall.
humming the chorus Of the senseless
popular song from which she had
quoted.
4 Everywhere was the same evidence.
of good taste in decorate and luxury
Of equipment. but suspicion had en.
tered Lorelei's mind. ana che avoided
comment. Httchy K0o was cook, but.
Ter and house boy, and In View Of Miss
Lynn's disOrderly habits it was eyl-
dent that he had all he could do to
keep the place presenteble. His mis.
tress ate without appetite and In .
hypercritical mood that took no Rc-
count Of the wasteful attempts to
please her. Quite regardless OF the pa
tIent little Jap. she found fault with
him savagely, 20 that Lorslei was
often painfully embarrassed.
$50 you like my home. do youf' she
queried. after time.
i've never seen one so beautiful."
Iilas nodded. ''Hitchy sleeps out.
and that leaves me the whole place.
Jarvis furnished IT. even to the books.
and I'm studying to be 4 lady" Again
she laughed M0cki1yly. II make z
blur at reading, but % long o. ! talk
about Napoleon he never thipks to
question me. l know that French Sink
backward"
Il wish had hobby to
interest me, something to live for"
said Lorelet. lamely.
Yes. 1t gtve4 you something to
think about when you're alone. II
helps you to-stand things" For the
first time Lilas showed trace Of feel
ing in her voice: abe dropped her chin
into her palm and. leaning upon the
table, stared as n at vision Her
dark eyes were somber. her brows
were lowered and drawn together.
The slipshod ipformality- OF the meal.
the constant faultandjng Of the host
ess, made 1t sOnethinx Of 9 trial. Lore
lei was not sorry when 1t Was over
and Lilas took her to look at the va
cant fat
Miss Moors's apartment offered i
wide contrast to thu one they had Just
quilted. being very small aud very
modestly furnished: but 1t was on the
second floor. convenient to both eleya-
tor and stairway. 1t boosted 4 piano.,
and the superintendent allowed his
prospective tenant to name her own
terms. She descended with relief. feel,
ing that she had made not bad bar
gain.
She stated. a. she sank into Lifas'
big library chair, Il feel quite isde-
pendent at last. The rent IL ridicu-
lous. and can do my own cooking.
Don't make fool Of yourself. You
can do as well as I've done You have
the looks"
But I'm not engaged to q multimii-
lionaire.' %
1T seems queer. when think OF II, ..
Lilas unused. Jarvis Is one Of the
richest men In New York. and be made
his money out Of the steel business-
the business into which was born.
Have you ever been through q mills"
"NO."
ITS wonderful. terrible. Lean smell
the hot Stag. the scorching cindsrs. the
smoke. to this day. Some nights /;
wake up-screaming, its so vivid.
see the glare Of the furnaces, the belch.
ing danes. the showers Of sparks from
the converters. the streams Of white
hot metal. ard they seem to pour over
me. vesths same dream always:
I've had 1t ever since the night altar
, my father was killed"
You told me he was killed in . stesl
mill. y
Eyes. before my eyes. Issaw A.
Lilaa lhuddsnd. II was little Siri
tass bpt re asvsr feesottas. No