Omaha daily bee. (Omaha [Neb.]) 187?-1922, 1919-01-20

a frigid stare, for she resented the
condescension of his attitude.
BIT Of a tiff"
GO on now" said Morley, shrug-
cling her shoulders; cant you see
beyond your old polished nosef
Why, they are like turtle doves to-
gether, stupid"
"The missis is not to be walked"
said Gregory, surveying the evil
dences of petty populations on the
table. Masters orders"
"As though she intended TO get
up at such an hour. the pretty dearP
eaid Morley, struggling her shout
ders, with instructive hostility to-
ward the husbands pretensions.
TITS a pity she doesn't. She might
find something to interest her if
she would take the pains to look"
said the butler, with a scornful
glance. PITY you wouldn't breakfast
on champagne and humming-birds
wingsF|
He was OF the old order and, if
he availed himself of an occasional
glass or a cigar, he never stole be
yond the traditions of his position,
while the extravaganza, the disorder,
and the waste which reigned in the
kitchen profoundly shocked his
sense Of loyalty toward the master,
whom, as a bachelor, he had pro-
tected from other transgressors.
Meanwhile Forester. out in the
open. swinging powerfully toward
his riding club through the sleepy
mobilization of the army of labor,
which, soiIed, and dusty. crowding
surface cars, disgorging from the
subway, streamed toward the river,
the docks, fthe excavations, and the
waiting furnaces, was saying to him
self,
"Shsll / take it or not?"
He had placed the question 50
times since yesterday, and had come
no nearer to an answer. This, in
itself, was unusual, for he prided
himself on his power of instant de-
cision. There was no hesitsncy in
his soaring nature, and he tolerated
none in his subordinates of the Cam
bridge Structural Steel Works, Of
which, at the age of IS, he was al
ready the general manager.
"A year ago, would have jumped
at the chance" he said to himself
in SURPRISE year ago he had had
no thought OF marriage. ITS bigp
He entered the riding club, still
absorbed in his perplexity. From the
urchin in buttons to the stable boy
who held his horse, everyone greet
ed him with extra eagerness. He was
a favorite with all the servants, not
only for the sense Of health and
good humor which he communicated,
Eut for an exact discipline, tempered
with a prodigal generosity. He was
we'll served, and served with respect.
He had the best horse. the finest
equipment and the most expert
groom. Wildhre, a coal-black Ken
lucky thoroughbred, was capering in
the sawdust. Forester examined
the bit with care, ordered the girth
frightened, and, swinging into the
saddle, went Gathering into the park
where the horse broke into a head
long gallop. The mounted policeman
smiled tolerantly at his lawless pas
sage, fiattered to be distinguished by
name by one who had the intimacy
of such rulers of destiny as magis-
trates and commissioners.
The sun was yet young in the
sky, the air delicious, and little
dew hung in the dark-green shadows.
Forester snatched off his cap and
stuffed 1t iii his pocket and, revel-
ing in the cut of the wind, which
made his body Jingle with a con-
seriousness of his youth and strength,
drove Wildfre into a frenzied rush.
Though he rode without the ele-
gance Of the classic style-he used
a Mexican saddle with box stirrups
IN loyalty to early training on the