Morris tribune. [volume] (Morris, Minn.) 1880-2000, 1921-07-29
An Angel Strayed
From Heaven
BY WILLIAM FALL.
g. 1921. western Newspaper Unlon.)

George Chaplin was reading letter
from his married sister when he sat In
his bachelor apartment, and he
scratched his head in evident perplex-
ity.
my dear George" his sister wrote,
I'VE are IN great trouble about Walter.
He has had a terrible quarrel with
his father about some dreadful actress
whom he says he Is engaged to be
married to, and Philip-you know how
hasty he is-has ordered him out of
the house. You know Walter may ex-
! pect to inherit comfortable fortune,
! and it is natural that this woman,
Linda Manners, as she calls herself,
should want to get her fingers on 1t.
Now, George, you are man Of forty
five, and Of ripe experience. She lives
in your town. Can't you get to her and
find out whether a sufficient induce
ment would persuade her to leave
Walter alone? And don't forget to
tell her that If she marries Walter he
won't get a penny Of his fathers for
| tune"
There was tap at the door and, as
George Chaplin put the letter aside,
young man entered. He was a good
looking boy, in his early twenties, and
George was uncommonly proud of him.
"Hello, Walter" he said, rising and
offering his hand. Sit down. So
you've been getting into another
scrape, eh?"
please don't allude to my fancee,
Miss Manners, as a scrape, Uncle
George" replied the young man with
dignity
swell, Walter, we won't quarrel
over words. But do you realize that
you are up against serious predica-
ment2 How are you going to earn
living If your father disinherits your
"Uncle," said the young man impress
sively, "if once you saw Linda-Miss
that she's worth sacrificing any
/ amount Of money for"
"Well, where is sheT his uncle
asked.
"At the Lyric theater," answered
{ his nephew. "Say, uncle, what did
mother write your"
"She wrote me that-oh, the devil,
Walter, I'm no hand at intrigue.
Read it," said his uncle, thrusting the
letter into the others hands.
| Walter Hampton read it and re-
turned 1t with grin. II can forgive
the suggestion" he said, because T
know mother means we'll. She's just
hasty, that's ALL"
George Chaplin smiled little sadly.
"My dear nephew" said the other,
you're going up to Escombe on that
fishing trip you wrote me about, and
you're going to be gone three days,
and you will neither see nor communi-
cate with your inamOrata until the
time is past. Otherwise wash my
hands of the affair"
Consequently it was without serious
misgivings that Walter Hampton
went off on his fishing trip, and though
the time dragged YEARLY, he returned
to town eager to hear his f1ancee's
praises from his uncle's lips.
His first surprise was when the door
of the spacious apartment was opened
by a MAZDA new maid in cap and
apron, who looked at him inquiringly,
as though he had no business there.
"My uncle-Mr. Chaplin. Is he at
homer" asked Walter.
The maid hesitated. Eyes, SIR" she
said at length, "but Mrs. Chaplin
doesn't receive visitors"
"Mrs Chaplin !' exclaimed the young
man. "Who is sheT
Haven't you heard Of Mr.. Chapin's
marriage, sir?" simpered the maid. Il
believe it was very sudden, SIR
Walter pushed past her, ran along
the hall, and broke into the reception
room without ceremony. A woman
rose from a chair-Linda
Walter did not see the library door
open. He rushed toward her LINDA !"
he cried "You here? You? What does
this mean2 You're married to my
uncleT
The elder man had come softly up
and placed a hand on his shoulder.
, George Chaplin was smiling; his neph-
, ed was purple with fury. He flung
, himself upon his uncle, striking out
. wildly with his fists, and they fought
all over the room, till finally the other
got him down, pressed his face into
the sofa pillows, twisted his arms, and
sat on him. =, r III - :
! LINDA, my dear, come here" he
i said. "Shall I tell this young idiot the
/ truth, or will your SIS
The girl, who had retreated In fear
to the farther corner Of the room,