The weekly Iberian. (New Iberia, La.) 1894-1946, 1922-10-07
Observation-Disclosures
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Copyrishs. 1922. By the Macmillan Co.
TT WAS in the reception room Of a

TT WAS in the reception room or
club house in an inland city,
Il where the two young men had
met by chance that evening. There
was a stuffy profusion Of leather fur.
niture in the room that gave 1t a
heavy cast Men were talking in
knots of two or three, apparently
on business, and when an outsider
entered group, conversation was dis
4 tinctly and painfully suspended, or
Y Jagged IN cold formalities until he had
/ drifted away The men there were
N clearly business men, and We're there
, by business appointment. and the ele-
ment of sociability was manifested
only in the click of the billiard balls
rear room, where the younger men,
too tired to 90 to the theatef, or to
the evening gathering with their wives
or sweethearts. We're walking I'M
counted miles after the ivory balls.
1t was d brisk autumn evening, and
the clock on the mantel was striking
eight when two young men pulled
their fat chairs to the window, where
they could see the theater-goers hur-
rying by under the are light. and where
they might not be Interrupted
"Well, old man, what d'yOu think
of the East" asked the shorter of the
two, a very stubby little man with a
red face, red lips and a bristling,
cIO~e-cropped mustache. His cOmpan-
ion was a tall man with skinny fea-
lures. square shoulders, head poised
too far back at times, but capable Of
bending. and he had habit of picking
at his mustache.
ooh, d-n the East" said the tall
young man. Jim, I'll tell you what's
Il Gods truth. they are the worst lot
Of Jays back there-absolutely the
worst that grow on earth. They don't
know any more about this country,
and what's in it, than satrap of
Persia When | told them about our
scheme showed them the map OF all
this land that is to be fOreclosed and
how the whole thing can be watered
by a central ditch, and all-yOu re-
member how it is out there-One old
rooster who hasn't been out Of his
barnyard in all his life, he up and
said: Yes, all very good, very good,
indeed, but supposing there is an In
dian outbreak-then where's all our
money for your improvements gomez
Say, Jim, just fell right over dead.
/ met old man Wilson there-say. hold
on here, what's this l hear? There
goes Martin and his kids, taking them
to Ali Baba; see what you're coming
to. SO you finally got your nerve with
you. did you? Go-o-od!"
With this outburst the bubbles Of
the promoters enthusiasm subsidized.
His companion redeemed slightly at
the raillery and put one side of his
under lip over his stubby mustache in
an embarrassed silence that ended in
smirk.
"Well. Harris" he responded adj
dressing the taller friend, you've
guessed it the first time, l suppose.
But we must all settle down sooner or
later, and anyway man don't find
that kind Of a girl every day in the
year" He paused a moment and Har
ris broke in:
"Oh yes, IL 1t comes to that, l
suppose he must. amt a-kicking
any, am I? Now, Jimmy, that's good
boy, come and tell ownest own all
about" He was interrupted in his
mock coddling by one Of the drifters
who had been knocked from half
dozen groups, and had floated around
i'm front of the formidable chairs. He
was pretty old man, who had been a
country banker In his day, and had
come up and put new life into wob
bling institution after local panic.
He cut in with: "Well, what are you
kids gassing about? Hello, there, Har-
ris. did you make your irrigation
scheme go?'
Harris looked up with annoyance
written Enthusiastically on his face as
he said. hardly civilly, Yep" and
lapsed into silence.
There was a pause, In which Jim
addressed remark to Harris about |
the big crowd that was going to the |
theater A street car had just I'M
loaded at the corner. The Kansas man |
took the remark as general, and re-
piled:
SAY. amt they though; been that |
way. too, every night this week.
''Lookie quick!" exclaimed Harris |
to his companion. Moths side
there goes Cameron: who's that with |
her? Got new 'mash'?'
"Why, you don't mean to say that |
You haven't heard" replied Jim. as
he shifted his position in his chair. |
She's going to get married, too All !!
the old birds going home to nest"
"Why, do you boys know Mrs.
Cameron" asked the banker with
some surprise. Il didn't know she was
in your set"
"Ho. Ho. And so you know the
widow. too? L. No. 3S4 Of the Cameron
series, eh. Jimmy?" said Harris.
The woman. holding to a rather
slender young fellow. perhaps thirty
I've years old. dark ana serious, who
vas watchfully bending over her. to
'atch her chatter. passed the club
and disappeared in the cover
# darkness that surrounded the arc
light. She was woman who, even on
lose inspection, showed little age.
hough instinct would have told
dozen other things
would have told a woman-that she