The midland journal. (Rising Sun, Md.) 1885-1947, 1921-05-06

don't you ring for an officer and have
him run in?
The night clerk was evidently scared
| of his job. II wouldn't dare to do
that" he chittered. Hes one of the
| New York crowd--the railroad peo-
| pie - President Duntoa's nephew -
| guest of the house,
The young fellow had pulled him
self around to our side Of the counter
b. this time and was hooking his arm
to make pass at Mr.. Norcross. trim
ming things up as he came with lot
more language. The boss said, right
short and sharp, to the clerk, "Get
his room key and give it to boy who
can show me the way" and the next
| thing we knew he had Dashed that
lunatic square in the face and was
cutting him along to the nearest eleva-
| tor.
He came back, in few minutes,
| looking as cool as cucumber.
what did you do with him?' asked
the clerk, kind of awed and half
scared.
"Got couple Of the corridor sweep
crs to put him in bath and turn the
cold water on him. That'll take the
whisky out of him. Now, if you have
a minute to spare, I'd like to get my
assignment"
We hadn't more than got our rooms
marked off for us when saw Mr..
Chadwick coming across from the
farther of the three elevators. He was
smiling sort Of grim, as If he'd made
a killing of some sort with Mr.. Dun
ton, and instead of heading back for
his car he took the boss over to a
corner Of the lobby and sat down to
smoke with him.
They didn't, seem to be talking any
thing private, so l sat down just be-
yond them, so sleepy that could
hardly see straight. Mr.. Chadwick was
telling about his early experiences in
Portal City, how ne blew in first on
top of the Strathcona gold boom, and
how he had known mighty near every
body in the region in those days.
While he was, talking, a taxi drove
up and one of the old residenters came
in from the street and crossed to the
elevators; a mighty handsome, stately
old gentleman, with fierce white mus
taches and goatee, and Southern
Colonel" written all over him.
There's one of them now; Major
Basil Kendrick-Kentucky born and
raised, as you might guess" Mr.. Chad
wick was saying.
/ grabbed at the name, Basil" right
away: it isn't. such very common
name. and Mrs. Sheila had said some
thing-under the water tank, you rec
ollect-about a cousin Basil" who
was to have met her at the train. /
was putting two or three little private
guesses of my own together, when one
of the elevators came down and here
came our two, the young lady and
the chunky little girl, with the major
chuckling and smiling and giving an
arm to each. They had apparently
stopped at the Billiard only to wait
until he could come after them and
take them home.
1 saw the boss sit up in his chair
and stare at them, Then he said:
That's Mrs. Macrae with him now.
Is she a member Of his family?"
"a second cousin, or something of
that Sort" said Mr.. Chadwick. Il met
her once at the majors house out in
the northern suburb last summer"
Mr.. Norcross let the three of them
get out and away, and we heard their
taxi speed up and trundle of before
he said, "She is married, I'm told.
Where is her husband?
Mr. Chadwick looked up as if he'd
already forgotten the three who had
just crossed the lobby.
"Who-Sheila Macrae? Yes. she
has been married. But there isn't any
husband--she's a widow"
For quite a while the boss sat star
ing at his cigar in way he has when
he is thinking right hard, and Mr..
Chadwick let him alone. Then, all of
a sudden the boss got up and showed
his hands into his coat pockets.
'Tve changed my mind, Uncle john"
he said, looking sort of absent-like out
of the window to where the majors
taxi had been standing. ''If you can
pull me into that deal tomorrow NOR
ning-with an absolutely free hand to
do as / think best, mind you'll take
the job"
CHAPTER III