The Wolf Point herald. (Wolf Point, Mont.) 1913-1940, 1927-01-21

/ order that she may make a selec
ton And send a couple of tailors
along to make any necessary
changes
What Maybe they're MOI; tailors.
but anyhow you send EN- Have EN-
bring their own scissors and pins
snd all the customary tools. This is
a rush job, but it has to be done
right.
"How's that? Oh. bunk You call
as many automobiles as you need and
put EN- on the bill, Get these gowns
here; that's all. What? Oh, Con
slider all apologies made-in French.
Sure. Merci, madame. You are
neutrality-suspicious. All to the
good! How's that? All right? Sur
est thing you know; we be great
friends in no time. Only get those
gowns here, Hortense!'
Constance had collapsed into a
chair.
"E. E." she gasped, ''you are the
Iimit!'
well, that's the only way to talk
to those gay Parisiennes, my dear. l
bet you those gowns will be here in
half an hour. Why, that kid is
hustling EN- into the boxes nowi'
kid She's fifty if she's a day.
and she's fat"
Never mind. She's human She's
so curious to see what talked to her
that she's bringing the gowns UP
herself"
There was more than a mere sound
of revelry in the Brooke mansion,
there was a pandemonium. H. Hedge
had at last given a party that eX
ceeded anything within the memory
of Constance or Billy. What il cost.
the young Brookes had moi the least
idea. although the probable magni-
tude of the expense stunned and a
startled Constance.
AS for Hedge, he had no more no
ton of the cost than they, and did
not care. Perhaps he had wiped out
all the savings effected by scientific
management; he rather hoped he
had. He was certain he would never
exactly know, because the records Of
administration We're in ashes.
There had never been so much and
beautiful music, it seemed to
the guests of the Brookes. There
had never been such a supper. As
flowers, the house seemed literal
y to be built out of them. And. to
i'd the last touch of magnifcence,
particularly in the eyes of II. Hedge,
Constance wore the kind of gown :
only M once in a lifetime.
IT. was nearly midnight when a
connection in the front hail sent
Hedge scurrying out to investigate.
He returned in five minutes, grin
Constance questioned him
With her y
Just an old gentleman who is
out of his head" he ex.
HE managed to make his
gay past the man at the door, and
lie won't go. He seems to have an
dea he belongs here, and he became
ather noisy when they tried to eject
THE poor thing!" aid Constance
, AiPtSHcbiSoiiJ WHAT Qlu SOQ
OF"
"Telephoned for the police. It's
he only right thing to do. They'll
axe care of him; probably send him
own to Bellevue for observation"
Where is he now?"
"a couple of men are holding him
ut in the vestibule. He's making a
ather embarrassing racket. The
amy part is, he keeps on saying he
WINS the house,"
Constance looked at H. Hedge, and
er eyes slowly widened.
What does he look like. E. E.?"
asked in a whisper.
ooh, he's about medium height.
18th a short gray beard. He's chunk
Y built and has a deep voice, with
funny way of making gestures
it'll his hands,"
Constance turned white and rose
lsteadily to her feet
"Oh, E. E. she gasped. do you
low who that man is?''
You mean the old tad who's try
g to break in?"
Its father"
Constance rushed from the room.
aving H. Hedge paralyzed in his
aeks. 1t was far ahead of the day
t by John w Brooke for his home.
ming. He propped his shoulders
ainst the wall for a few seconds in
der to steady himself while realiza.
n became complete.
NEXT CHAPTER: John w. de-