Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1917-06-11

you rave VomWtSIe0 the OnpAr0on.
able Sim"
BY this time the sardonic humor was
once more in full possession, and he
was enjoying her keenly.
"Go on" he said. '4This is my night
on"
I've said enough; too much per-
haps. But when you were walking
with mamma, you reminded me so
forcibly Of man whom met just for
part Of one evening about year
ago in small town in the middle
West. He was one Of them. He
drove over from some neighboring
town in his natty little automobile,
and gave me fully an hour Of his valu-
able time. He made me perfectly fu-
rious!"
"Poor you" laughed Smith; but he
was thankful that the camp sunburn
and his four weeks beard were safe
guarding his identity. "But why the
fury in his case in PARTICULAR"
"Just because. suppose. I remem-
her he told me he was bank cashier
and that he danced. He was quite
hopeless, Of course. Without being
what You would call conceited, you
could see that the crust was so thick
that nothing short Of an earthquake
would ever break it,
.But the earthquakes do come, once
In ! blue NOON" he said, still smiling
at her. sLet's get 1t straight. You
are not trying to tell me that you
object to decent clothes and good man
ners per sc, are your
The colonel was coming out, and he
had stopped in the doorway to light
. long-stemmed pipe. The young wom-
an got up and fluffed her hair with the
ends Of her fingers-a little gesture
which Smith remembered. recalling it
from the night Of the fsr-away lawn
party.
Daddy wants youl and I'll have to
vanish" she said; sbut I'll answer
your question before 60. Types are
always hopeless; it's only the hun
dredth man who isn't. It's great pity
you couldn't 60 on whipping claim
jumpers all the rest Of your life, Mr..
Smith. Don't you think SO? Good
night. Wen meet again at breakfast.
Daddy isn't going to let you get away
short Of nights lodging, know"
Two cigars for Smith and four pipes
for the colonel further along, the tall
Missourian rose out Of the split-bot-
toned chair which he had drawn up to
face the guests and raped the ashes
from the bowl Of the corncob into the
palm Of his hand. IS. s.
II think you've got 1t all now,
Smith, every last crook and turn Of
It, and I reckon you're tired enough
to run away to bed"
Smith took turn up and down the
stone-fagged floor Of the portico with
his hands behind him. Truly, the case
Of Timanyoni ditch was desperate;
even more desperate than he had sup
posed. Figuring as the level-headed
bank cashier Of the former days, he
told himself soberly that no man in
his senses would touch it with a ten
foot pole. Then the laughing gibes Of
the hundredth woman-gibes which
had cut far deeper than she had imag-
ined came back to send the blood
surging through his veins. It would
be worth something to be able to work
the miracle the colonel had spoken Of;
and aftefward
Colonel Dexter Baldwin was still
tapping his palm absentiy with the
pipe when Smith came back and said
abruptly: "a III
II have decided, colonel. I'll start In
with you tomorrow morning, and we'll
pull this mired scheme of yours out
Of the mud, or I'll break leg trying
to. But you mustn't forget what !
told you out at the camp. Right in the
middle re things z rcey 30 rotten ON
you and drop out"
ITO Be Conttnued.)