Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1917-05-05
Inside the.
Lines
By EARL DERR BlGGERS
AND
ROBERT WELLS RICHIE
Copyright. 1916. by tho Bookseller
rill Co.
CHAPTER VII.
Chat Of War.

table there. woodhouse, true to the
continental tradition Of exclusiveness,
had Isolated himself against possible
approach by sitting at the table far.
thest from the Shermans. His back
presented an uncompromising denial Of
fraternity. Az for Mrs. Sherman, the
afternoons visit to the bazaars had
been anything but 4 solace. emphasize.
ing, as 1t did, their grievous poverty
in the midst Of plenty contemptuous
of a mere letter Of credit. Henry j.
was wallowing In the lowest depths
OF nostalgia. He tortured himself with
the reflection that this was lodge night
In Kewanee and he would not be sit
ting in his chair. Miss Kitty contem-
plated 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 choice Of tables. Him
Mr.. Sherman impaled with glance
OF disapproval which suddenly chang
ed to wondering recognition. He drop
ped his fork and jumped to his feet
BLESS me. mother. il it isn't Willy
Kimball from old Kewanee! sher-
man waved his napkin at the young
man, summoning him In the name OF
Kewanee to come and meet the home
folks The tired eyes lighted percepti-
bly, and a lukewarm smile played about
Mr.. Kimball's effeminate mouth as he
stepped up to the table.
"HH'hhy. M-s. Sherman-and Kittyi
And you, Mr.. sherman-charmed" He
accepted the pronered seat by the side
Of Kitty, receiving their hearty halls
with languld politeness. With the
sureness of English restraint Mr.. Willy
Kimball refused to become excited.
He was Of the type Of exotic Ameri-
cans who try to forget grandpa's corn
fed hogs and grandma's hand churned
butter. His speech was Of Rotten row
and his clothes Piccadilly.
Terrible business this!' Tho youth
nuttered his hands feebly. "All this
marrying about and peeping at pass
ports BY every silly omcse one meets.
I'm afraid III Aavs 10 70 ever to
America until IT. Al sssr-on ~ way
now. IN fact"
Afraid" Sherman smiled Loudly
and appraised Mr.. Kimball's tailoring
with disapprovins eye. Well WHY.
1t would be too bad II you had to -
back to Kewanes after your many
years IN Paris. Now, wouldn't TIP
K.mhall turned to the women for
sympathy. "Ressrved . compartment
to come down from Paris. Beastly
treat ment 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 him
Join the -colors and ali that sort
Huh! Your father managed to wor-
ry along without = val-lay, and he was
respected in Kewansa" This In dis.
gust from Henry J.
KITTY flashed \ reproyins glance at
her father and deity turned the sx-
patrtate into recounting Of his id.
ventures. Under her unaffected lead
the youth, who shuddered inwardly at
the appelation of "Willy," thawed
considerably, and soon there was an
animated swapping OF "reminiscences
Of the great terror-hours on end be
fore the banks and express ofiices.
lodging Of police impositions. scram-
bling for stea mer accommodate ions--all
that went to compose the refugee
Americans great epic Of August. 1914.
Sherman took pride In his superior
adventures: Five times arrested be-
tween Berlin and Gibraltar. and what
said to that Dutchman on the Swiss
frontier was enough to make bis hair
| curl.
Tell you what, Willy: you come on
back to Kewanee with III and mother
and you'll lecture before the Thursday
Afternoon Ladies' Literary club" Sher-
man doomed, with hearty blow Of
the hand between WHY'S shoulder
blades. TN have Ed Porter announce
1t in advance In the Daily Enterprise.
and we'll have the whole town there TO
listen. Ezra Kimball's Boy Tells
Thrilling Tale Of Wars Alarms
that's the way the headlines II read IN
the Enterprise next week
The expatriate shiversd and tried 70
smile.
wen let mother do the lectufing,' =
Kitty came to his rescue. "'How Ia
Live In Europe on . Letter Of Discrsd.
it'-that will have all tho sossips Of
Kewanee buzzing, mother"