The Birmingham age-herald. [volume] (Birmingham, Ala.) 1902-1950, 1924-11-23

ming clothes"
''Dd she ever give you what our Yankee
cousins call the touch? Ever try to get
anything out of your"
''Never wanted anything frem me. That
is, anything in the money line, I mean.
Hinted pretty strongly at something else,
however, but, of course, l wasn't taking any
on that score"
"Weren't you? Why not?''
Don't be an ass, Barch! You've seen
the pater and mater, and you can judge for
yourself just how possible it would be to
even hint at having girl like Mignon
asked over here to dinner one night just
simply because she has, as she says, an in
tense yearning to see how people of the
better class in England live and conduct
themselves in their own homes"
Cheek reached for another cigar, and lit
it. That was Margot's little game, Ell?
81 say, old chap" exclaimed Cleek as
though the thought had just occurred to
him, chow did you come to be in his lord
ships room? Thought you were Heaven
knows how far away"
Just popped in on my way up to dress
Evening papers full of that business at
Gleer cottage last night. Bought several
of them at the railway station. Happened
to think that maybe, the old bounder hadn't
read the news and would be interested in
it, so just dropped in to give them to him.
That was all.
ooh, 1 See" said Cleek "By the way,
dear by, what did call YOU back if it isn't
an impertnence to ask
81 say Bareh, you want to know what
sent me back so unexpectedly, do yes, eh?
Well. you may. it was a forged letter. Some
body wanted to get me away from this
house for some purpose or another, and to
keep me away until late tonight, too.
don't know why, and l don't know what for,
but I'm jolly we'll certain who the party is,
b'gad; and it's howln' eye opener
He poured out brandy, and drank it al
most neat this time.
''Barch, I've discovered something" he
said in a lowered voice my fathers play
ing double game. He's damned old two
faced hypocrite, that's what; and I've found
him out at last!'
eyes," he continued, 81 was swindied into
going away by a forged letter, which
swear he wrote himself Recollect, don't
you, l told you I'd suddenly been called
ing at the ruin fer you to join me, up walks
the pater and hands me letter-a type
written letter, mark you-With word that
messenger had just brought it.
"Now listen to this closely, Barch. Last
January some editor suggested to my pater
that he should write a series of articles and
said that typewriter copy was absolutely
necessary OuI goes lie paper dIIO OuyS a
typewriter, and engages a girl to operate it.
Name Katie Walters. Well, Katie and !
became Jolly good pals. Pater found it out.
I got lecture, and Katie got the sack.
Now. the letter my father handed me this
afternoon was supposed TO come from that
girl"
And didn't"
mo, it didn't Il asked me to run up to
town and meet her just outside the type
writing school when the days work was
over, I went, but l didn't do exactly as I'd
been asked. | suppose the party that wrote
it hoped that Id wait there until dark, and
that when she didn't come out I'd come to
the conclusion that Id missed her, and, be-
ing in town, would probably go somewhere
else and make a night of it, as most likely
should have done under ordinary circum-
stances. But l didn't feel like waiting round
for that ball school to close; so as soon as
l got there, l walkeG upstairs and asked to
see her"
'Humph! And she wasn't there?"
"No, she wasn't. And what's more, she
hadn't been there for weeks and weeks.
Had got a position up in Scotland And
speaking Of making night of it say,
Barche. we'll go tonight, if you like-eh,
what?"
Sorry, dear boy" said Cleek, 81 ar
ranged with the ladies for an evening Of