Wauwatosa news. [volume] (Wauwatosa, Wis.) 1900-1948, 1916-10-27

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"Seems to be The open season for
runaways," Hamilton was saying. sits
only a few days since Thurlow Lads
| las daughter-what's her name?-
Mary-took the bit between her teeth
and bolted with the old mans chaufv
feur."
Somebody asked: "How far did
they get before old Ladislas caught
upT
''He didn't give chase. He's not that
kind. If he was put to it, old Thur
low could play the unforgiving parent
in a melodrama without any makeup
whatever"
Hes just like that" said Hamil-
ton. Remember his other daughter,
Grace, clipping with young Petit few
years ago? Old Ladislas had down
On Pettit-who's a decent enough kid,
Observation-Disclosures Grace was
promptly disowned, and they've no
hope of ever touching a penny of the
Ladislas COIN"
"But what became of them-Mary
and the stoker-person"
Nobody knows, except possibly
| themselves"
whats she like, this Marquette
contrary?" inquired George Brenton's
voice.
ooh. nothing but kid" said little
| Fiske.
"Not over eighteen"
The elevator was waiting by this
time, but Whitaker paused an instant
before taking it. chiefly because the
sound of his own name, uttered by
Hamilton, had reused him out of the
abstraction in which he had overheard
the preceding conversation.
Anyhow, I'm sorry for Hugh Whit
aker. He's going to take this hard,
mighty hard"
George Brenton asked, as If sur
prised: "What? didn't know he
was interested in that quarter"
"You must be blind. Alice Carstairs
has had him going for year. Every
body thought she was only waiting for
him to make some big money-he as
much as anybody, fancy"
Brenton added the last straw.
''That's tough" he said soberly. "Whit-
akers a white man, and Alice Car
stairs didn't deserve him. But l
wouldn't blame any man for feeling
cut-up to be thrown over for an out
and-out rotter like Percy Grim
! shaw. :"
Whitaker heard no more. At the
/ first mention of the name of Alice Car
stairs he had snarched her letter from
his pocket and was reading. Nobody
will ever know just what Alice Car
| stairs saw fit to write to Hugh Whit
aker. The blood ebbed from his face
and left it CHASTITY, and when he had
torn the paper to shreds and let them
fiutter about his feet, he swayed per-
| ceptibly--so much so that one of the
pages took alarm and jumped to his
| side.
"Beg pardon, Mr.. Whitaker-dld you
call me?'
Whitaker steadied himself and
stared until he recognized the boy.
NO." he said thickly, "but want you.
Give me bar order"
The boy produced the printed form
and Whitaker hastily scrubbed his or
der on it. "Bring that up to the IL
brary," he said, "and be quick about
| it."
He stumbled into the elevator, and
/ presently found himself in the library.
There was no one else about, and
Whitol nr N-oS n G ulod n fY,oA N o - x,,.,
IN him to be glad of anything just
then. He dropped heavily into a big
armchair and waited, his brain whirl-
Ing and seethlng, his nerves on edge
and screeching. In this state Peter
Stark found him.
| Peter sauntered into the room with
manner deliberately careless. Be
meath that mask he was anything but
Indifferent, just as his appearance was
anything but fortuitous. Moreover,
Peter had already heard about Alice
CGrstairs and Percy Grimshaw.
Hello" he said, Contriving by mere
accident to catch sight of Whitaker.
who was almost invisible in the big
chair with its back to the body of the
room. "What you doing up here. Hugh2
What's up?"
Its all up" said Whitaker, trying
to pull himself together. Everything
upl"
, Don't believe It," said Stark, coolly
MY feet are on the ground; but you
| look as II you'd seen a ghost"
Il have-my own" said Whitaker