The Beaver herald. [volume] (Beaver, O.T. [Okla.]) 1895-1923, 1921-09-08
Swami and the
Judge
BY MARTHA MACWILLIAMS

"S'matter, pop" Tony quoted glee-
fully as his father laid down letter
with suppressed imprecation. Bank
ruptcy or breach of promlse-eh
whatf"
Nothing so simple" Pop, otherwise
Hon. Anson Trimble, growled, crush
Ing the sheet he held "The mater
writes she is bringing home with her
one Of those Swami things, blacker, no
doubt, than the ace OF spades-and Is
sure I'll be delighted to have him stay
month";"
Good Lordl" with whlstled OBJ
bllgato. surely not here Has she
clear forgot her raisIngf9
Looks like lt-but there's lot more
she says all the fashlonables In town
are daffy about the fellow-and that
to carry him or this way puts her
quite at the top Of the heap. He's
going to lecture-talk snblmateI
d-n foollshness. and do mystic
stunts"
Eureka Then we're safer than
safe. See him now In purple tur-
ban, and green swnddllngs, gazing into
crystals and things-at so much a
gaze-and telling the world things 1t
has known since Adam was year
ling-but won't recognize In his
lingo" Tony interrupted "Be sure the
women will all fall for hlm-hard.
Freakish TO the freaks. you know. Our
game is to sit tight, dad, look i'm
pressed-solemn as billed owls--and
have our laughs together"
Here's better dad Interrupted
I'm going to be shining convert
plan giving my life, also my money,
TO the great cause. That win fetch
the mater. to her senses-yon know
she's keen on. having things for her
self and baby. Wouldn't bat an eye
II said her soul was In peril--but DIN
ner rings, and uaras and things-and
a coming-out party to knock Hillwood
silly--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. ."Sirl !" with oratorical
infiexions. Had you been In Paris
make no doubt you could have
fcbbed or our dear allies. with Green.
lands Icy mountains--and tucked Mes
opotamia oil aelds into Uncle Sanl's
vest pocket" %.
"well, have to live down to my
son." dad said modestly. Then the
two went gayly about their several
affairs. The letter, coming In the last
mail. had waited over dinner. Luckily
1t was fine dinner-the thought Of
mamma and the impending Swami on
the morning traia might have lessened
relish for It.
"You tell Florry. Of course !. but mind
she don't pass 1t on to her father.
Then the fat would surely be In the
| fire."
Mrs. Trimble's pro.ege failed utterly
to run to Swami form. His complexion
Of the palest olive was set Off by Lon
don garments OF the best. mighty well
chosen as TO lines and color. The sole
oriental touch was queer. heavy
bracelet locked about the left wrist
and visible but rarely. His voice was
clear, Of singular range, and for the
most part pleasant, but with now and
then a grating note. Possibly that
was what moved Tony to say to Miss
Flora Campbell: II want to wiring
his neck, for all he looks so like u
white man." In response Flora gig
gled softly-perhaps over memories
OF ardent Swami glances encountered
only that afternoon. Hillwood fem
lninity had surely fallen for him
hard. His conferences In the big Trim
Bile parlOrs were veritable crushes
Thus the town knew that, though Tony
guyed Swami-ism and all its works,
his father. sitting remote, listened ap-
parently spellbound. Yet II was some
thing OF shock to have him bring
Baby. sole daughter Of the house, home
from school over the week end. ex-
planning that he was COINCIDENCE bound
not to let her miss this chance Of COM
Ing to the truth and the light. Mrs.
Trimble ragged. but vainly. She was
an adept In the patter Of the cult, but
when her husband began speaking it
the very deepest purple variety-she
reverted violently to the speech OF san
ity. She was answered only with a
rapt, far-off gaze. Evidently her hus-
band had gone ''into the silence" mark
ing the true mystic convert. She want
ed to shake him, to stick pins In him
even. But when, after bit, he reused,
saying passionlessly:
"All must be laid on the altar-our
fortune. our children, ourselves" she
smothered a shrek. cried hard for
three minutes. then rushed to call
privately, not q doctor, but her father,
a famous retired Judge.
"Come At oncel" was all she said.
but her tones spoke volumes. Hence
the Judge came next day, the very
moral and pattern Of bland unccn-
sciousness. Tony met him at the train.
on the surface quite the same. But as
they stepped from the car he said. with