Grand Forks herald. [volume] (Grand Forks, N.D.) 1916-1955, 1917-08-03
man answered. eMy cape. plsase.'

man answered. my cape pieases''
but, / sayi" capper protested.
lust 2 more bottle. n bottle IT, e
cooled. Marks the end Of my bad
luck. so 1t does. You wont refuse to
drink with me otmy good luck that's
your good luck is likely to stop
short with that bottle, Billy Capper,"
she said. her lips parting in q smile,
half scornful. you know how wine
tnow while luck's with you"
Hanged II I dol" he answered stub
bornly. After these months OF hand
to mouth and begging for a nasty pint
Of ale In a common pub-leave. good
wine when it'H right under my lose !?
Not mel" Still protesting against her
refusal to drink with him the wine he
would pay for himself-the man made
that a point of injured honor-Capper
grudgtngly helped place the cape of
web lace over his companion's white
shoulders. and accompanied her to her
taxi.
"If you're here this time tomorrow
night-nnd sober" were her farewell
words, IT May bring you your number
in the-you understand: that and your
commission to duty" T.
God bless you. Louisa, grill" Cap
per stammered thickly. fIM not fail
you" -
He watched the taxi trundle down
the brilliant mirror of Inter den Lin
den. a sardonic smile twisting his lips.
Then he turned back to the world OF
light and perfume and wine-the
world from which he had been barred
these many months and for which the
starved body Of him had cried out in
agony, His. glass stood trimming;
money crinkled in his pocket; there
shoulders. Billy Capper, discredited
spy. had come to his own once more.
The orchestra was booming a rag
time. and the chorus on the stage of
the Winter Garden came plunging to
the footlights. all in line. their black
legs kicking out from the skirts like
thrpsting spindles in some marvellous
engine of stagecraft. They screeched
the final line of a Gernlanized coon
songythe cymbals changed "zam-m-m''
and folk about the clustered tables
battered applause. Captain Wood
house, at a table by himself, pulled a
wafer of a watch from his waistcoat
pocket, glanced at its face and looked
back. at the rocco entrance arches,
through which the late-comers were
streaming.
Henry Sherman, do you think
Kitty ought to see this sort Of thing?
It's. positively indecent"
The high-pitched nasal complaint
came from a table a little to the right
Of the n where Woodhouse was Sit
ting. -
There, there, mother! Now, don't
go taking all the joy outa life just be-
cause you're seeing something that
would make the minister back in Ke-
vance roll his eyes in horror. This is
Germany, mother!"
Out of the tail of his eye, Wood.
house could see the family group
wherein Mrs. Grundy had sat down to
make a fourth. A blocky little maj
with a red face and a pinky-bald heao
whose clothes looked as il they had
been whip-sawed out of the bolt; a
comfortably stout matron wearing q
bonnet which even to the untutored
masculine eye betrayed it's provincial.
ism; a slim slip of a girl of abou,
nineteen with a face like a choir boys
these were the American tourists
houses attention. He played an
amused eayesdropper, all the more In
terested because they were Americans
and since a certain day on the Calais.
Paris express, q week or so gone. he'd
had reason to be interested in al
Americans.
Pm surprised at you, Henry, de.
Tending such an exhibition as this
the matrOn's high complaint went on
when o were mighty shocked a
the are feet of those innocent Greer
dancers the. Ladies' Aid brought t.
give an exhibition On Mrs. Peck'
lawn"
well, mother, that was different,
the genial little chap answered. IKE
wanee's a good little town, and shoult
stay proper. Berlin. from what I cal
don't care" He pulled a heavy water
from his waistcoat pocket and consult
ed It. Lands sakes. mother: sever
o'clock back home. and the BELLS Jus
ringing for Wednesday-night prayer
meeting! Maybe since it's prayer
meeting night we might be passing oul
time better than by looking at this
ah-exhibition."
There was a scraping Of chairs
then: l
Henry, I tell o he does look like
Albert Downs-the living image!" Thu.
from the woman, soto voce.
Ssh! mother! What would ALDER
Downs be doing in Berlin? ?" TIL.
daughter was reproving.
well, Kitty, they say curiosity ono,
killed a cat; but I'm going to have Z
better look. I'd swear"
Woodhouse was slightly startled
when he saw the woman from Amer
lea utilize the clumsy subterfuge of &
dropped handkerchief to step into 6
position whence she could look at hill
face squarely. Also he was annoyed
He did not care to be stared at under
any circumstances, particularly at th1.
time. The alert and curious lady saw
his flush of annoyance, flushed herself
and Joined her husband and daughter
well, if I didn't know Alber-
Downs had a livery business which h.
couldn't well leave" tloated back tn,
hoarse whisper, I'D say that was hin
setting right there in that chair"
Come, mother, bedtime and after
in Berlin" was the old gentleman's ad
monition. Woodhouse heard their re,
treating footsteps. and laughed in spite
of his temporary chagrin at The Amer
lean wonan.s curiosity. He was jus
reaching for his watch q second tim,
when a quick step sounded on tn,
. gravel behind him. He turned. a
woman of ripe beauty had her hant
outstretched In welcome. She was tn,
one Billy Capper had called Louisa
Captain Woodhouse rose inc graspet
/. her hand warmly.
"Ah! So good of you. I've bee,
expecting""
Ives, I'm late. I could not com
earlier" Salutation and answer wer,
!, in German, huently spoken on the par
of each.
II You will not be foilowed7" Wood
. house asked, assisting her tt sit. Sh,
laughed shortly.