The Washington times. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1902-1939, 1918-12-01
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alb, and the island In the st. Lawrence-to
say> nothing Of fishing, and hunting priv.
leges galore, the yachts, steam and sail,
launches, motor cars, garages. stables,
horses and 30 on ad nauseam.
Jessup turned over in his bed and stared
with unseeing eyes at the pale sunlight
outside the window which Dawson, his
man, exhibited to him invitingly.' But Jes-
sup thought Of all these many response
the wall. And there was Dawson--who
seemed to bore him more than all the
other things put together-Dawson, the in
effable, the cheerfully solemn, the solemn
ly cheerful Dawson, who was always there,
handing him things or taking things away
from him, always buttoning or unbutton-
ing-good Lord! Another day Of Dawson!
Twill you use the apparatus first, sir, or
the medicine ball this morning.
The same question, with the same unc-
ton, the same infections Jessup sat up
slowly in bed and shrugged hopelessly.
What did 1t matter? One had to keep him
self in shape. He put one foot out of bed
and Dawson deity slipped on one rubber
soled shoe and then the other.
Jessup languidly removed his silk paJa-
mas, got into his exercising clothes, and
DOMINIC a heavy wrapper, made his way
down the hall to the gymnasium, where
his trainer was waiting for him.
Morning. Flynn" he yswned, cursed
nuisance, this"-
y Cant get stale, Mr.. Jessup."
The same idiotic phrases-the same
The medicine ball. propelled by Mr..
Stoney F1ynn's powerful arm, shot at him
and Jessup was forced to catch 1t against
the midriff. The shock Of 1t awoke him
and his eyes sparkled. He sent It back.
his muscles responding to their call-good
muscles they were, not bulky. but long,
ibrous, ripping smoothly under the firm
white skin Of his broad shoulders, not in
the least the kind Of development one
would have expected to find under the
silk pajamas Of the gentleman who a few
moments ago had been awakened with such
difficulty.
Ten minutes of the medicine ball, ten
at the chest-weights, and then three fast
rounds Of the gloves with the best middle
weight in New York, but all the while the
same bored expression upon Mr.. Jessup's
face, except In q brief moment when he
caught the rapid Flynn mapping and shot
home a neat one on the point Of his jaw.
Then sweating profusely from the work,
n Jessup submitted to q rundown that
aIlowed, and took his shower with that
r of resignation which was characters
e Of him. Dawson awaited him gravely,
, II handing him things and taking things
way from him, with the mien Of one
10 performs sacred rite in which every
Earment, every towel, every brush or
+ igot had its part, appointed by laws
. hich might not be broken. The warm
shower relaxed the quivering muscles Of
Mr. Jessup's body, the cold shower tight
ened them again and he emerged upon the
thick bath-mat, glowing from head to toe,
rubbing himself vigorously, and at last,
came out into his dressing-room wearing
a quilted gown, to sit to his coffee and
morning paper, his air Of WEAKNESS and
boredom (which never left him) some
what belied by his appearance Of extraor-
binary health and well-being.
Letters, Dawson"
The man placed them before him. Mr..
Jessup groaned and opened the envelopes
with a pearl-handled paper knife.
"Any messagesH"- he asked,
Eyes, sir, Miss Masterton rang up
All Mr.. Jessup's eyes opened q
trife and he turned to the man. What
did she say, Dawson?"
81 didn't quite get II, Mr.. Jessup, sir.
Something about going to your aunt.
sir
Dawson?"
mo sir. / think not. Mr.. Jessup. And
begging pardon, sir-something about a
sluggard"-
%Ah, see Mr.. Jessup smiled
wanly. You told Miss Masterson that I
was asleep"
Exactly, sir / had orders
Cub Any message?"
Yes, sir. You were to give her a ring
when you were quite ready to take on
the duties Of the day."
ooh, l see. I'll dress now, Dawson"
He hesitated, then picked up the tele-
number
Miss Masterson, please" he said.
And then after a moment.
THAT you, Connie? Morning"
'Your massage, yes. About ants and
sluggards- You're quite right. I am
one"
"oh. I say. 1t makes the day SO long.
What's doing?"
ITO Oyster Bay? suppose So Lunch?
Yes, with pleasure"
And with a contemplative eye upon
the trees of the park, Mr.. Jessup hung up
The receiver of the instrument.
my grey fannels, Dawson" he said
YEARLY. And to be sure to slip my
checkbook into the pocket. Also please
have Conway bring around the roadster.
I'll drive myself"
It was with a feeling of some relief
that Mr.. Jessup drove over the Black
wells Island bridge on the way to Oyster
Bay.
To another the prospect might have
been inspiriug for Miss Constance Mas