The Seattle star. [volume] (Seattle, Wash.) 1899-1947, 1916-05-10

unsettled al Innocent mind had the
opposite effect on his. There were
electric lamps In all the right
places. there were books and bis
cults. a glass OF milk, even n mlnla-
turc decantcr and a bottle OF
Sehweppes.
He sighed rs he wound his watch
and placed Il In the little stand on
tho table beside the bed. but he
was only wondering exactly what
he was going 20 discover before he
wound II up again.
Outside one open window the
merry cHekeis we're playing caEta.
nets In those dreadful trees. II was
the other blind that he drew up:
and on the lawn the dying and re-
ylving glow OF cigaret gave gimp
seA OF a white shirt front. a black
satin tie. the dropping brim OF
Panama hat.
II was tho nice young nephew.
who had retreated before the Ju.
bilec port. And Dollar was still
wondering on wha; pretert he could
70 down and Join him. when his
knock came at the door.
only 10 see n you'd everything
you want" explained young Paley.
lnrenuously dlsinRenuous and shut
the door behind him before the in
vitatIon 10 enter was out OF the
doctors mouth. But he shut II very
softly. trod like burglar. and ex
cused himself with bated breath:
You are the first person who has
stayed with us since I've been here.
Capt. Dollar" And his wry young
smile was as sad as anything In the
sad house.
"You amaze me-" cried Dollar.
Indeed, II was the flank attack OF
a new kind OF amazement. Il
should have thought" and his
glance made lightning tour OF the
luxurious room.
Il know said Paley. noddIng
Il think they must have laid them.
selves out for visitors ut the start
But none come now. ] wish they
did It's house that wants them"
You are rather a small party
aren't your"
We are rather grim party
And yet my old uncle Is absolutely
the finest man ! ever struck"
Il don't wonder that you admire
him"
You don't know what he Is. Capt.
Dollar. He rot the V. G., when he
was my age in Burmah, but he de-
serves one for almost every day OF
his ordinary home life"
Dollar made no remark: the
young fellow offered him n ciEaret.
and was encouraged to light another
himself. He required no encourage
ment 10 talk.
"The funny thing Is that he's not
really my uncle. I'm her nephew;
and she's n wonderful woman. too.
In her way. She runs the whole
place like a book she's thrown
away here. But can't help say.
ing tt should like her better II
didn't love HIM"
Talking OF books" said Dollar.
the general told me he was writing
one, and that you were helping
him"
He didn't tell you what II was
about7"
mo"
Then I mustn't. | wish could
It's to be the last word on Ger
tain subject. but he won't have Il
spoken about That's one reason
why It's getting on his nerves"
rs Il his book"
ut and everything. Doesn't he
remind you of man sitting on a
powder barrel7 II he weren't what
he is. there'd be an explosion every
day. And there never is one--no
matter what happens"
Dollar watched tho pale youth
swallowing his smoke.
DO they often talk about crime?"
Always They can't keep off It.
And Aunt Essie always changes the
subject as tho she hadn't been every
bit as bad rs uncle. or course
they've had good lot TO make
them morbid. I suppose you heard
about poor Dingle. the last gar.
dener?"
only Just"
lie was the last man you would
ever have suspected of such a thing.
II was in those trees Just outside"
The crickets made extra merry as
he paused. They didn't find him
for a day and night"
Look here! I'm not going to let
you talk about II" said Dollar. But
the good'humored rebuff cost him
an effort. He wanted TO hear all
about the suicide. but not from this |
worn lad with an old mans smile. |
He knew and liked tho type too !
well.