White Bluffs spokesman. [volume] (White Bluffs, Wash.) 1907-1938, 1927-07-01

there, and gave her brandy. She was
so Ill that 1 wanted to send for doc
tor. Instead she used the telephone.
/ did not hear the number, but knew
1t must be to the man she spoke. Very
reluctantly he agreed to come and see
her. I think the fact that insisted on
speaking was the cause. Perhaps he
imagined l knew his name and more
about him."
"Then you didn't know who he
WASP"
Floyd Malet shook his head. Nor
do I now, but / remember him dis
tinctly. He was a thin man with a
black mustache and brown eyes Win
red flecks In them. knew he was q
man who had been successful with
women. I met him at the entrance.
He wore fur coat whose collar con-
cealed his face. Outside 1t was still
showing hard. i Judged him to be one
used to getting his own way. olo
not like his manner. There. was
snarl in it. Perhaps my Shutdown
know what dirty, unluxurious place
sculptor's workshop is-did not I'M
press him. The girl had died while
was waiting for him. He cried out
that 1t was trick l had played him.
Then he ran out for a doctor and the
police" Malet shrugged his shout
ders. Il never saw him again. Some
times ] wonder II he was run over
and killed, or If, when he found I did
not know his name and did not find
any letters in the girls pocket, he left
me to bear the blame.
II sent for a doctor, who IN turn
sent for the police. When told them
the story Of the man with the fur coat
whose face could not see distinctly,
whose name I did not know, and OF
whose address was unaware, I could
see they thought me lying. And when
told them the girl had not taken the
elevator, could see they thought 1t
was vulgar intrigue"
'But the man with the fur coat
didn't walk up" Neeland Barnes re-
minded him.
"But the elevator boy denied having
seen him." Malet explained. ut was
nv word against his. The record OF
the telephone call could not be traced.
i made bad witness. Nobody tdenti-
fed the girl, and as I admitted giving
her brandy, the thing was treated IN
the papers as drunken debauch, and
was marked as Partisan decadent.
It was my finish"
Malet sank down In his chair. The
sensitive face was marked by suffer-
ing. The stamp Of realized failure
seemed upon him. Bradney leaned for
ward and put an arm about the bowed
shoulder Of the smaller man. 1t was
a protective, brotherly action born OF
sudden sympathy and understanding.
But he had nothing to say.
Malet shivered a little as light
wind swept along the little garden. He
rose from his chair and held out his
hand to his host.
"You have made me forget and you
have made me remember" he said. Il
am grateful, Mr.. Milman."
"But cannot let you go yet" said
the other. "There should be some
cedar logs already blazing In the
drawing room" He turned to the
Others. 1--WE shall find 1t more agree
able in the house." He put his arm In
that of the sculptor. Never think you
are failure" he said earnestly.
ssYour StonewaH jackson is one of the
few great things we have"
"You are saying that to hearten
me-" Malet answered.
eAm II" Peter Milman laughed.
"You shall judge for yourself"
Although the drawing room was a
finely proportional apartment and
contained many beautiful things, Malet
had eyes only for his marble group
which stood near the window. He had
never learned where it was, but it was
this work he had believed to be his
best. He approached 1t almost nervous
ly. Was he to find, after all, that he
was only one of the second-raters?
The group had been exhibited under
the name Of 1.-THE Settlers" and repre-
sented one Of those heroic American
families Of Colonial days standing at
bay, facing death in the form of
"King" Philips Indian warriors.
None spoke as he gazed at it. Even
Barnes felt that the emotion which he
| could not fathom had in it some I'M
usual quality. There were tears in
Floyd Malet's eyes as he turned to
Peter Milman, and hts voice was
husky. Eyes," he said In low voice,
cit is good. / should have been among
the great ones"
"You are among Them" Milman as
sured him.
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