Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1916-03-09

returned.
"But do you think she'll Gomez
parried Jimmy. you're more of q
ladies' man than l. Will girl like
that come here?"
"She will if she really loved Gus
Conrad" began, glanced out of the
window and then back at Jimmy
Furthermore, old man, if Pm not
wrong, she is coming-now.
An electric brougham had just
turned into the drive from the street
and was rapidly nearing the house.
Dean followed my eyes and nodded
agreement.
"Guess I'll. stick around" he de-
cided, and walked closer to the win
dow for better view.
The brougham stopped beside the
lpolice car, and from it there descend
ed two women, one evidently a maid
the other, as developed a few min
utes later, Marian Burton herself.
/ don't care what people say. They
may rave about democracy and the
equality of men, but there is some
thing in blood, be it animal or human
which tells.
You can tell the thoroughbred at a
glance, and you will meet men and
women who impress you in the same
subtle way. You can't tell what il
is, but it is there, none the less-that
indefinable something which speaks
of breeding.
/ noticed it in the woman who fol-
lowed the maid from the electric mot
or that day. In, every line of her
she spoke of fine-drawn blood. There
was something in the way she stepp-
ed down, something in the pallid con-
troll of the sensitive face, which be-
spoke the woman of culture and re-
finement, evolved from carefully Sc
lected forebears.
AS l stood beside Dean l quite
agreed with his muttered expression:
"Gad, l don't wonder Gustav couldn't
make up his mind to give up-thatv
The two women turned to the
porch steps and came rapidly up
them. A moment later / heard the
sound of Mrs. Porter's voice, and
then the door opened and admitted
them to the room where we were.
Bryce and Johnson had risen and
observed, even as had Dean and I; so
that the girl faced battery of eyes
as she passed the door. She gave
us one glance and turned to Mrs
Porter.
"Take me to him quickly" was all
she said, but l knew then that she
truly loved the man she had come to
see.
There was that air of possession
half truly female, half wholly ma
ternal, about her low-voiced into
nation which said more plainly than
words: "He is mine and am his
Almost without pause she swept
across the room, a slender figure in
her tailored cleanness of line, re-
straining her maid by a silent ges-
ture, and followed Mrs. Porter
through the door.
Instantly Dean darted in pursuit
Johnson and / followed, so that we
came to the door of young Conrad's
apartment as the girl reached the bed
Sommers glanced up as she came
in, but made no protest, as she pas,
sed him by. Rather he stood silent
and observed.
Marian Burton reached the side OF
her lover, bent above him, lower anC
lower, until her fresh lips rested
against his. Her arms went out anG
encircled his shoulders. So she stoot
for long moment, as it seemed
raised her head slightly, and gazeC
into his unconscious face.
Gus" she whispered. "Oh, m!
boy!"
\ took Dean by the arm.
} "Come away" l muttered. "Thi:
10 lIo pldSC loi boy oIt Pai. We ~
de trop."
1t seemed like sacrilege to m'
that we should crowd upon the wo
mans grief.
She turned at my words, and SLOW
curl of her lips expressed her con
tempt for us. felt my face flusl
under her gray-blue eyes.
Without word she turned ava!
and spoke to Sommers for the frs
, time.
"Doctor-what chance?"
, The face of the pompous little MAI
softened, growing almost tender in
} surprising way.
"Now, now, Marian-we'll do al
= we can. You really ought not t.
have come, my child"
She made an impatient gesture.
| with Gus like this 2" she retorted