The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1919-06-26

Web of Cold"
Annoyances encompassed D
that day. The office boy went to a
game. His stenographer went home
early, ILL., The ice man forgot to I'LL
the ice box. SO the author of the best
seller closed his Office early and sought
diversion at a cafe.
Some days later he decided to re-
visit M. 1t was five years since
his last visit to the rambling OLD
house empowered In trees. 1t was I'M
der new management, and an impulse
seized D to assume the name or
Adam b. l.. His name was quite
fresh In the minds Of novel readers
so, as he had gone there to recuper'
ate, he felt quite justified in practic'
ing the small deception. The village
was so far inland that the chances OF
detection were slight,
He abandoned himself the next week
to outdoor life, fishing, tramping
through woods filled with pines where
ne laid himself on the fragrant earth
and dreamed of plots and heroines for
his next good seller.
AT table he met an elderly lady, en-
gagged to chaperon Il group OF young
ladies' She had come In advance to
arrange for their stay. On the day OF
their expected arrival Mr.. A. d.
- purposely absented himself,
tramping six miles to a nearby noun
tain. where. at the only house, he ate
gladly the food offered him. Pushing
on to the mountains top. he found him
self In the direct path of a terrible
storm.
He resumed the descent, slipping
and stumbling. BY the time he hau
covered the six miles to the village he
was aware that 1t was long past mid
dav. Il saw to his dismay that
group of girls blocked his entrance
at the front porch. Before he could
decide whether to march boldly past
them, vibrant voice called: go
round the back way, man; the land
lord will give you something TO eat
He knew he must look bedraggled, but
he did not Ike to think he resembled
the genus tramp. He heard their
laughter os he hurried to the side door
and escaped up the back stairs.
The elderly chaperon was on hand
to Introduce him. After several days
association the little party dropped
easily into the habit of after-dinner
discussions. One evening the talk was
Of books.
Miss B, the same young lady
who weeks before had Intercepted
D, seemed to be the most active
In discussing books.
In vain the author racked his mem
DRY for a suggestion as to why her
voice reminded him of another voice.
"Nir. T., tell us what you think
OF THE Web Of Cold"
81 have reason to think highly Of the
book, and I know 1t has proved a
small gold mine to the writer"
"Really? Then you know himT
chorused the others.
'IIe is my best friend. spend more
time with him than with any other
man"
HAS he red hair and does he wear
red ties2"
mo; nor rings on his toes" said
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"Because I asked him flor the In
surance people, to tell us when he was
born. He evaded me with the silliest
answer. I'm on q spoon said he, but
| can't find 1t just now"
81 think he affects oddly" said the
elderly lady. Drop THE Web of
Cold and como in for a game of
bridge everybody"
our author returned from a tramp
| one afternoon and discovered Miss
b alone. reading "The Web OF
Gold"
"The same book. Miss B--7 You
must discover fresh charm. May ]
ask what Il ISL"
"Thls is one. Shall ! read itT
"Please."
"a truly lovely sentiment" said the
girl, colorlng under the mans steady
gaze. "But I'll wager the author new
er fell In love with a pink-and-whit'
beauty"
"Contrarwlse, he has" replied
D. "But he has never felt sure
until now that he might tell her So
"You mean" stammered Mis-
b. dropping the book and hal
rising.
"That You are the girl love, and
am the man twlthout red hairy WHIT
wrote that book"
A little later, as they strelled in Il
Join the others. D said: Lett
tia, I'm going TO make search fo
that spoon and as for the book, It hnt
brought me you, treasure greater
than the net profits Of The Web O
Cold"
Copyright, 1918. Mcclure Newspapa
Syndicate)
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