Grand Forks herald. [volume] (Grand Forks, N.D.) 1916-1955, 1917-08-10

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You'll sing a different tune. then"
Before ! throw you out. kind,
Almer had capper facing the door
his grip was iron. The smaller mar
tried to walk to the door with dignity
There he paused and looked back oyel
his shoulder.
"Remember, Captain Woodhouse.'
he called back Remember the name
against the time we'll meet again
Capper-Mr. William Capper.
Capper disappeared. Almer came
back to begin profuse apologies to
his guest. Woodhouse was coolly
lighting q cigarette. Their eyes met
CHAPTER VIII.
Chair of War.
Dinner that evening in the faded
Idintng-room Of the Hotel Splendide
was In the way of being a doleful aft
fair for the folk from Kewanee,
aside from Captain woodhouse. the
only persons at table there, Wood
house, true to the continental tradf<
ton of ex~clusiveness. had isolated
himself against possible approach by
sitting at the table farthest from the
%Shermans; his back presented an I'M
compromising denial of fraternity. As
for Mrs. Sherman, the afternoons Wis
1t to the bazaars had been anything
but a solace, emphasizing. as it did,
their grievous poverty in the midst of
a plenty contemptuous of a mere let
ter Of credit. Henry j. was wallowing
in the lowest depths of Nostalgia. he
tortured himself with the reelection
that this was lodge night in Kewanee
and he would not be sitting in his
chair. Miss Kitty contemplated with
melancholy the distress of her parents.
A tall slender youth with tired eyes
and affecting the blase SLOUGH of the
~boulevards appeared in the door and
cast about for a choice Of tables. Him
Mr.. Sherman impaled with a glance
OF ~disapprova1 which suddenly chan
ged to wondering recognition. He
dropped his fork and jumped to his
feet.
Bless me. mother, If 1t isn't Willy
Kimball from old Kewanee!" Sher-
man waved his napkin al the young
Kewanee to come and meet the home
folks. The tired eyes lighted percept-
IDLY, and q lukewarm smile played
about Mr.. Kimball's efreminate mouth
as he stepped up to the table.
why, Mrs. Sherman-and Kitty!
And you, Mr.. Sherman-charmed!"
He accepted the proffered set by the
side Of Kitty. receiving their hearty
halls with languid p%oliteness. With
the sureness Of English restraint, Mr..
Willy Kimball refused to become, ex-
cited. He was OF the. type Of exotic
Americans who try to foyget grand
pas corn-fed hogs and grandma's
hand-churned butter. His speech was
dilly.
Terrible business, this!" The
youth fluttered his hands feebly. "All
this marrying about and peeping at
passports by every silly officer n
meets. I'm afraid I'll have to go over
to America until it's ali sover-on my
way now, in fact" B s
Afraid" Sherman shifted loudly,
and appraised Mr.. Kimball's tailoring
with. q disappearing eye. well, Will
ly, 1t would be too bad If you had to
go back to Kewanee after your many
years in Paris. France; now, wouldn't
Kimball turned to the women for
sympathy. Reserved a compartment
to come down from Paris. .Beastiy
treatment. Held up at every city
other people crowded in my apart
ment, though I'd paid to have 1t alone.
Of course-soldier chap comes along
and seizes my valet and makes htm
join the colors and all that SORT"
Huh! Your father managed to
worry along without a val-lay, and he
was respected in Kewanee." This in
disgust from Henry J..
Kitty flashed a %reproving glance at
her father and deftly turned the ex-
patriate into a recounting Of his ad-
ventures. Under her UNAFFECTED lead
the youth, who shuddered inwardly
at the appellation of "Willy," thawed
considerably, and soon there was an
animated swapping OF "reminiscences
of the Great Terror-hours on end
before the banks and express offices,
lodging Of police impositions, scram-
bling for steamer recommendation
all that went to compose the refugee
Americans great epic of August, 1914.
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