The Concordia sentinel. (Vidalia, Concordia Parish, La.) 1882-current, 1921-08-06
Swami and the
Judge
By MARTHA MACWILLIAMS

y
10 1921. by Mcclure Newspaper Syndicate
Smatter, pOp?" Tony quoted gle,
Aully as his father laid down a lette
WIN suppressed imprecatiOn. "Banl
ruptcy or breach of promise-e
whatr'
Nothing so simple" Pop, otherwis
hon. Arson Trimble, growled. crush
ang the sheet he held. 1.-The mate
WHITES she is bringing home with he
one Of those Swami things, blacker, n
doubt. than the ace of spades-and 1
sure I'll be delighted to have him sta,
q month";"
Good Lord I" with q whiStled OBJ
bligatO. Surely not here! Has sh,
Clear forgot her raisIng?"
Looks like it-but there's lot more
she says all the fashionables in towI
are daffy about the fellow-and thai
10 carry him of this way puts her
quite at the top of the heap. He's
going to lecture-talk sublimated
d-n fOOliShness, and do mystic
stunts"
"Eurekai Then we're safer than
safe. See him now In a purple tur-
ban. and green swaddIings, gazing into
crystals and things-at so much a
gaze-and telling the world things it
has known since Adam was a year
hng|but won't recognize In his
hngo." Tony interrupted. BE sure the
women will all fall for him-hard.
Freakish to the freaks, you know. Our
game is to sit tight, dad, look i'm
presSed-SOlemn as billed owls-and
nave our laughs together"
Here's better dad Interrupted
I'm going to be a shining convert
plan giving my life, also my money.
TO the great cause. That will fetch
the mater to her senses-you know
she's keen on having things for her
self and baby. Wouldn't bat an eve
If said her soul W rs in peril-but din
ner rings, and tiaras and things-and
coming-out party to knock HilIwood
slily--a hint of losing them will make
her sit up and take notice.
Let me salute-a diplomat wasted /"
Tony said, rising to make an exagger-
ated reverence. "Sir" with oratorical
lnhexiOns. Had you been in Paris
l make no doubt you could have
fcbbed Off our dear allies with Green
lands icy mountains-and tucked Mes
opotamia oil fields into Uncle Sans
vest pocket"
wen, | have to live down to nv
son." dad said modestly. Then the
TWO went gayly about their several
arairs. The letter, coming In the last
mail, had waited over dinner. Luckily
II was a fine dinner-the thought of
mamma and the impending Swami on
The morning train might have lessened
-elish for 1t.
On the steps Mr.. Trimble said
You tell FlOrry, of course; but mind
NE don't pass 1t on to her father.
Then the fat would surely be in the ;
Ire" ,
Mrs. Trimble's protege failed utterly
o run to Swami form. His complexion {
4 the palest olive was set off by Lon {
ION garments of the best, mighty well 8
hosen as to lines and color. The sole
riental touch was a queer, heavy
raceiet locked about the left wrist !
nd visible but rarely. His voice was S
lear, OF singular range, and for the c
lost part pleasant, but with now and y
len grating note. Possibly that b
as what moved Tony to say to Miss o
fora Campbell: II want TO wiring n
Is neck, for all he looks SO like . "
hite man." In response Flora gig o
leo softly-perhaps over memories n
ardent Swami glances encountered a
liy that afternoon. Hillwood fem Il
Unity had surely fallen for him "
lrd. His conferences in the big Trim h
e parlors were veritable brushes. Il
nus the town knew that, though Tony
lyed Swami-ism and all it's works
rather, sitting remote, listened an
rently spellbOund. Yet II was some in
Ing of shock to have him hiring II
10y, sole daughter Of the house. home G
pm school over the week end. ex- CT
aiming that he was conscience b,,und nj
10 LET her miss this chance of COM in
to the truth and the light Mrs.
infOfe ragged. but vainly. She was La
adept In the patter of the cult. but de
zen her husband began speaking If ar
very deepest purple variety-she tW
'erted violently to the speech of SAN m,
She was answered only with a Ca
II, far-Off gaze. Evidently her hus- tn
I'd had gone into the silence" mark. tai
the true mystic convert. She want
to shake him. to stick pins in him
n. But when. after bit, he reused
ing passionlessly IN,
All must be laid on the aitar-o,r wa
.une, our children, ourselves" she 'If
'thered a shrek. cried hard for ins
se minutes, then rushed to call Iik
'ately, not doctor, but her father ne.
lmous retired judge. ma
Gomez At onceI" was all she said.
her tones Spoke volumes. Hence
judge came next day, the very q
al and pattern of bland uncon- az
usness. Tony met him at the train, spe