The Rathdrum tribune. (Rathdrum, Idaho) 1903-1963, 1920-01-16

Annoyances encompassed D
that day. The office boy went to
game. His stenographer went home
early, i'll. The ice man forgot to NIL
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 Nj. 1t was five years since
his last visit to the rambling ola
house empowered in trees. 1t was I'M
der new management, and an Impulse
seized D to assume the name OF
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
he 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 group of young
ladies'. She had come in advance to
arrange for their stay, On the day OF
their expected arrival Mr.. A. b.
l. purposely absented himself,
tramping six miles to 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 had
covered the six miles to the village he
was aware that it was long past mid
day. L saw to his diSmay that
a 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 like to think he resembled
the genus tramp. He heard their
laughter as 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 men,
DRY for suggestion as to why her
voice reminded him of another voice.
"Mr. L, tell us what you think
OF The Web of Cold"
II have reason to think highly of the
book. and I know it has proved
small gold mine to the writer"
Really? TfPen you know him?"
chorused the others.
HE is my best friend. l spend more
time with him than with any other
man."
Has he red hair and does he wear
red ties?"
mo; nor rings on HIS toes" said
D drylM why"
Because 1 asked him (for the In
surance peophe) to tell US when he was
born. He evaded ME with the siIliest
answer. I'm on spoon said he, but
l can't find it just now"
II think he affects oddity," said the
elderly lady. "Drop THE Web OF
Gold and come in for a game of
bridge, everybody"
Our author returned from a tramp
one afternoon and discovered Miss
B. alone reading 1.-THE Web Of
Gold"
THE same book Miss B? You
must discover a fresh charm. May
ask what 1t is?"
This is one. Shall ! read it,"
Please"
"A truly lovely sentiment" said the
girl, coloring under the mans steady
gaze. "But I'll wager the author nev-
er fell in lowe with a pink-and-white
beauty"