The Wheeling intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1903-1961, 1922-07-22
The Man Behind the Tinted Glasses BY c* a MS59l2oN

Queenie p. Grandslam. We ara
delighted TO make your acquain-
lance"
"YSu have supped?" I asked In
some srer:dation. This was going
to he a ilficu!t evening. No?
Come, then, Il you will honor me
with your company, we will make
a quartet party, very agreeable. y
The unobtrusive Savon melted
away.
Over the hors d'oeuvre I had
leisure to observe my guests.
Grandslam was a man Of perhaps
fifty-fve; tall, well-built, Of d dis
tinction to which ! am not unac-
customed in some of his country
men. | have met many Southern
gentlemen at my various Cathay
Hotels. We do not attract the
vulgar. And yet, on second ex-
animation. I saw nothing about
Grandslam which would cause ME
to identify him with America at
all.
Naturally one would not doubt
but I will confess / was more
than a little disquieted by the
keen. dark eyes fastened on Teg'
gle with a gaze Of peculiar inten'
Isity. Only when speaking to HIS
daughter did his expression change
to a fatherly tenderness, which
altered his whole countenance.
AS for her. how shall I, 1
wretched. middle-aged hotel pro
prietor. portray that glow Of love
illness? Can you picture treasure
Of shining gold, so soft. so tilmy
that nothing OF this earth viii
serve 10 describe it? Figure t
yourself rather the hecks Of clout
that send out radiant promises
even as the sun departs, thus yo,
may form some poor image of he
hair. The rosy transparencics o
dawn may paint for you her skin
Violets newly watered by the dew
can but feebly recall her eyes
Enough. 1t Is a desperation!
You may imagine whether | wa
glad Of my silver-gray veive
chairs. of my immaculate converts
Of my sparkling Vim au Cockaigne
the perfection Of my service. M.
incompatible chef.
Never had the Consomme d.
Toutes Esperances. the plover5
eggs masked in their amber sauc
that wonderful Sauce Glissade
specialite-of my house--the Or
tolans aux Maitres de Finesse
the Pointes d'Asperges fondants
the Belle Etrsngere Supreme au
Trufles; the-but why continu
Never, I say, had the supper
which we partook that evenin
been surpassed.
Nevertheless, as I saw the Glac
de Peches Frigus au Cathay max
that adorable mouth to Quive
slightly. l. too, felt a frisson-a
icy finger on my lips-and, rs
looked from the exqui sit
daughter to the urbane father.
wondered-I wondered.
While Mr.. Grandslam slipped hi
coffee he discoursed of men an
affairs. of books and politics, o
bibelots and nationalities. Claim
ing Scottish descent, he had come
II appears. not only to revisit tn
land OF his ancestors. but TO ex
plore such other parts of tn
United Kingdom as might still b.
accessible to foreigners.
T understand that British
shores are not quite the happ
hunting ground of the alien
that" Noting the raised eye
brows OF his daughter. he brok
of abruptly and added, 81 hop
| am not offending you, gentle
men,"
"Why. daddy. you're not YER
polite" observed Miss Grandslat
with a smile that dimpled he
cheeks and curved her lips int
a line Of incompatible beauty.
"My dear, these gentlemen. I ar
sure, understand" He appeale'
TO me in evident distress. You
Highness. ] am shocked. fo'
must believe I intended no slight
but is II not a fact that In thes
days even those Of exsited RAM
are not always Hospitality re
ceived? guess you take me?"
The last phrase soundly oddl.
on those dignifed lips; superflu
Gus, one might say. with the SAM
effect OF the unnecessary as tn
round tortoiseshell glasses OF tn
late Miss Walkover.
Ma chez" Teggie interjected
wagging his forefnger. "Chi Il
sa? Who knows? You wer
thinking. .Signore Grsndslam, o
high ecclesiastics. were you not
For one OF his high estate, tn
colonial prelate who visited thi
country. once upon time. adver
tised himself little rashly
Hence, though permitted to ri"'
the cities OF London and Liz
pool. he failed to reach his prope