Wauwatosa news. [volume] (Wauwatosa, Wis.) 1900-1948, 1917-10-05

troubled man often viii; mechanically
and as matter of routine. It was not
until the dessert had been served that
the young woman took up the thread
of the conversation precisely as if 1t
had never been dropped.
II think you know that you have no
reason to be afraid of me, Montague;
but l can't say as much for father. lie
will be back in a few days, and when
he comes it win be prudent for you TO
vanish. That is a future, however.
Smiths laugh was brittle.
"Wen leave it future, If you like.
Sufficient unto the day is the evil
thereof"
"Oh; so you class me as an evil, do
your"
"No; you know I didn't mean that;
I merely mean that it's no use crossing
the bridges before we come to them.
I've been living from day to day SO
long now, that 1 am becoming hard
ened to it,"
Again there was pause and again
it was Miss Richlander who broke it.
The slow smile was dinlpling again at
the corners of the perfect mouth.
"You are going to need little help,
Montague-ny help-aren't you? 1t
occurs to me that you can well afford
to show me some little friendly atten-
ton while l am RobinSon-Crusoed here
waiting for father to come back"
'Let me understand" he broke in,
frOwning across the table at her. "You
are willing to ignore what has hap
pened-to that extent? You are not
forgetting that in the eyes of the law
l am a criminal?'
She made faint little gesture of i'm
patience.
"Why do you persist in dragging
that in? 1 am not supposed to know
anything about your business affairs,
with Watrous Durham or anybody
else. Besides, no one knows me here,
and no one cares. Besides, again, am
a stranger in a strange city and we are
or we used to be-old friends"
Her half-cynical tone made him
frown again, thoughtfully, this time.
"Women are curious creatures" he
commented. 81 used to think knew
little something about them, but /
guess it was a mistake. What do you
want me to do?'
"Oh, anything you like; anything
that will keep me from being bored to
DEATH"
Smith laid his napkin aside and
glanced at his watch.
"There is a play of some kind on at
the opera house, 1 believe he said,
rising and going around to draw her
chair aside. eff you'd care to go, I'll
see if can hold somebody up for a
couple of seats"
"That is more like it. used to be
afraid that you hadn't drop of sport
ing blood in you, Montague, and am
glad to learn, even at this late day,
that l was mistaken. Take me up
stairs, and Wen go to the play"
They left the dining room together,
and there was more than one pair Of
eyes to follow them in frank admira-
ton. "What a strilingly handsome
couple" said a bejewelled lady who
sat ar the table nearest the door; ana
her companion, gentleman with rest
less eyes and thin lips and rather
wicked jaw, said: "Yes; don't know
the woman. but the man is Colonel
Baldwin's new financier; the fellow
who calls himself John Smith,"
The bediamonded lady smiled dryly.
"Yod say that as if you had mortal
quarrel with his name, Crawford. If /
were the girl, shouldn't find fault
with the name. You say you don't
know herr"
Stanton had pushed his chair back
and was rising. "Take your time with
the ice cream, and I'll join you later
upstairs. I'm going to find ont who the
girl is, since you want to know"