The Celina Democrat. (Celina, O. [Ohio]) 1895-1921, 1917-07-20

haven't laugneu so n0Fu III Il year. II
you want real good time, you go to
see It,"
The last part of this conversation
took place in the outer Office. Rodney
shake, closed the door after him, and
strolled irresolutely back toward Miss
Beachs desk.
1t was true, he'd been taking it On
rather recklessly during the past two
months. But they'd been pretty
sterile, those long, solitary evening
hours. He'd worked fitfulIy, grinding
away by brute strength for while,
and then, in a frenzy of impatience,
thrusting the legal rubbish out of the
way and letting the enigma Of his
great failure usurp his mind and his
memories.
Telephone over to the University
club" he said suddenly to Miss Beach,
"and see if you can get me seat for
The Girl Upstairs
The office boy was out on an errand
and in his absence the switchboard
was in Miss Beach's care. She arose
obediently and moved over to the
switchboard, then began fumbling
with the directory.
"Why, Miss Beach," said Rodney.
"You know the number of the Univer-
sity club !"
He was looking at her now with un-
disguised curiosity. She was acting
for a perfectly infallible machine like
Miss Beach, almost queer. Without
looking around at him. she said "Mr
Aldrich, you won't like that show. If
you 60 you'll be sorry"
While he was still staring at her,
young Craig came. bursting blithely
out of his office. "Oh, Miss Beach -
he said, and then stopped short, see
ing that something had happened
Rodney tried an experiment.
Craig" he said, miss Beach doesn't
want me to see The Girl Upstairs
She says l won't like it. Do you agree
with her"
A flare of red came into the boys
face, and his jaw dropped. Then as
well as 70 could, he pulled himself
together. "Yes, SIR" he said, swung
around and marched back into his
own cubbyhole.
"You needn't telephone, Miss
Beach," said Rodney curtly. And,
without another word, he put on his
hat and overcoat, walked straight over
to the club and told the man at the
cigar counter to get him ticket for
tOnight's performance of "The Girl
Upstairs"
It was after five, and he decided he
might as well dine here. So he went
up to the lounge, armed himself with
an evening paper, and dropped into a
big leather chair
But all his carefully cOntrived en-
hadn't the power, it seemed
to shift the current of his thoughts. |
They went on dwelling on the be-
havior of Miss Beach and young
Craig, which really got queerer the
more one thought about it. i
He flung down his paper and went |
into the adjoining room. The large |
round table nearest the door was pre-
empted by group of men he knew, |
and he came up with the intention Of |
dropping into the one vacant chair. |
But just before the first of them caught
a glimpse of him his ear picked up the
phrase 1.-THE Girl Upstairs" And
then lawyer in the group looked up
and recognized him. Hello, Aid
rich," he said, and the flash of
silence that followed had a galvanic
quality. The others began urging him
to sit down, but he said he was look
ing for somebody, and walked away
down the room and out the farther
door.
He knew now that he was afraid.
Yet the thing he was afraid Of refused
to come out into the open where he
could see 1t and know what it was.
He still believed that he didn't know
what it was when he walked past the
framed photographs in the lobby of
the theater without looking at them
md stopped at the box office to ex-
change his seat, well down in front,
FOR one near the back Of the theater.
But when the seXtette made their
first entrance upon the stage, he knew
that he had known for good many
hours.
He never stirred from his seat dur
ng either of the intermissiOns. But
along in the third act he got up and
went out.
The knout that hogged his soul had
score of lashes, each with the sting
If its own peculiar venom. Everybody
who knew him, his closer friends and
his casual acquaintances as well, must
nave known, for weeks, Of this dis