Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1917-05-21

owed dining roam. Round Il sat the
refugees folk who had satsn black
bread and sausage and called that a
meal. who had lodged ana twisted un-
err the careless scourge Of war be-
yond their understanding and sympa-
thies, ridden In springless carts, been
bullied and hectored by military mar
tinets and beggared by panicky banks.
Now with the first glimpse of freedom
already in sight and under the warm.
!, Ing influence Of an American hostess
real American meal they were swept
on their feet by high spirits almost
childlike. Henry j. Sherman. Kewa.
nee's vagrant son returning from pain
full pilgrimage, sat at the right Of Lady
Crandall. His pink face was glowing
with humor. TO Consul Reynolds, who
swore he would have to pay for thus
! neglecting his consulate for so much
o. two hours, had fallen the honor Of
escorting Mrs. Sherman to table. Willy
Kimball. polished ms to shirt bosom
and sleek. hair, had eyes and ears for
none but the blithe Kitty. Next to
General Crandall sat Jane Gerson. ra-
diant In q dinner gown OF Tricky gauze
overlaid on silk. At her right was
Captain Woodhouse in proper uniform
dinner coat faced with red and gold.
OF the whole company Woodhouse
alone appeared constrained. The girl
by his side had been cool in her'greet-
Ing that evening. To his converse
tional sallies she had answered with
indifference, and now at table she d.
vided her favors between General
Crandall and the perky little consul
across the table. 1t seemed to Wood
house that she purposely added lash
of cruelty to her Joy at the approach
Ing departure on the morrow.
The talk turned to art and the man
from Kewanee even had the stolid gen
eral wiping the tears from his eyes by
the description and criticism Of some
Of the masters his wife had trotted him
around to admire.
"Willy, you'll be interested to know
We got ,painter in Kewanee now,
Henry J. cried. "'Member young
Frank Coales old Henry Coales' son
Well, he turned out to be an artist.
Too bad, too; his folks was fine people.
But Frank was awfully headstrong
about art. Painted a war picture about
10 big a. that wall there. Couldn't find
4 buyer right away, so he turned 1t
over to Tim Burns, who keeps the sa-
loon on Main street. Been busy ever
since, sorta taking 1t out In trade, you
might say"
Table talk was running At gay rate
when Mrs. Sherman, who had sent fire.
quent searching glances at Captain
Woodhouse over the nodding buds Of
the flower piece in the center of the
board, suddenly broke out:
Jaw, Captain Woodhouse, now re-
member where I've seen you before! |
thought your face was familiar the
minute set my eyes on you this even
ing.
Jaimihr Khan. who stood behind the
generals chair, arms folded and mo-
tionless, swiftly lifted one hand to his
lips, but Immediately mastered himself
again. General Crandall looked up
with Z sharp crinkle OF interest be-
tween his eyes. Captain Woodhouse.
pnperturbed, turned to the Kewanee
dowager.
"You have seen me before, Mrs. shsr.
mani
II am sure Of IT," the lady announced
with decision. The other diners were
listening now.
Indeed! And whereT woodhouse
was smiling polite attention.
why, at the Winter Garden. in Ber-
lin, . month ago." Mrs. Sherman was
hugely satisfied with her Identification