Iron County news. [volume] (Hurley, Wis.) 1913-1950, 1916-12-09
CHAPTER IV-continued.

"Would you know her If you saw
ner?"
.T don't know" Whitaker frowned
with annoyance. "She's six years
older"
well, but what was she like?"
Orummond pursued curiously.
Whitaker shook his head. "It's not
easy to remember. Matter of fact, l
don't believe 1 ever got one good
SQUARE look at her. 1t was twilight
in the hotel, when I found her; we
sat talking in absolute darkness, to-
ward the end; even in the minister's
study there was only a green-shaded
Camp on the table; and on the train
we'll we were both too much worked
up, l fancy, to pay much attention to
details"
Blonde or bruneT
II swear I don't know. She wore
one of those funny knitted caps, tight
down over her hair, all the time"
Drummond laughed quietly.
~ don't feel in a joking humor,"
WHIbuhcA 5dAu AOuShlys II . d SCIAVuo
matter and wants serious treat
ment What else have we got
20 null over?'
Drummond shrugged suavely.
there's enough to keep US busy for
several hours" he said. For instance,
Ghere's my stewardship"
your which?"
"AIy care of your property. You left
a good deal of money and securities
lying round loose, you know; naturally
felt obliged to look after 'em. There
was no telling when Widow Whitaker
might walk in and demand an account
ing. I presume we might as well run
over the account-though it is getting
late"
"Half-past four" Whitaker informed
him, consulting his watch. "Take too
long for to-day. Some other time"
DrummOnd's reply was postponed by
the office boy, who popped in on the
heels of a light knock.
Mr.. Max's outside" he announced.
80 the deuce !" The exclamation
seemed to escape Drummond's lips in
voluntarily. He frightened them an
grily, as though regretting the lapse
Of self-control, and glanced hurriedly
askance to see if Whitaker had no.
decd. Tin busy" he added, a trace
sullenly. Tell him I've gone out"
but he's got 'nappointment," the
In Xnl
him you was in."
You needn't fob him off on my ac-
count" Whitaker interposed. 1--WE can
nnlsh our confab Internationally
time. It's time for me to be getting
Uptown, anyway"
1T isn't that" Drummond explained
doggedly. "Only-the mans a bore,
and"
1T isn't Jules MAXI" Whitaker ex-
citedly- "Not little Jules Max, who
USED to stage manage our amateur
sh0ws?"
That's the man." Drummond ad-
mitted with plain reluctance.
Then have him In, by all means. I
want to say howdy to him, if nothing
more. And then I'll clear out and leave
sou to his troubles"
Drummond laughed a trifle sourly.
"daX has developed into a heavy
weight entrepreneur, you know"
Meaning theatrical manager? Then
why not say so? But l might've
guessed he'd drift into something of
the sort"
a moment later Whitaker was Wig
oFously pumping the unresisting-in-
1eed the apparently boneless-hand Of
sQles Max. The hat that had made
Hammerstein famous Max had appro-
prlated-straight crown, fiat brinl and
Immaculate gloss-bodily. Beneath it
us face was small Of feature. and fat.
pince-nez sheltered his near-sigh led
Eyes His short, round little hodv was
invariably By Day dressed In a dark
gray morning-coat, wbite-edged waist
eoat assertive,y-striped trousers. and
E4Sent-ieatheT shoes with white spats.
ne mad a passion for lemon-colored
Eoyes Of thinnest kid and slender
a1a-acca walking-sticks. His dignity
Fas an awful thing, as ingraLged as
ais strut.
lie reasserted the dignity now with
!efN OF his malueated hand, read