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"WHEN AMAN. Maddies e U mwiw ' EDKEDOAffiIT M '*<7677/0/? JZ-the circular utajrcauf ‘the: man In lower ten , etc. COPWG/fr. /9O9jsr.T»c SYNOPSIS. CHAPTER I.— James Wilson or Jimmy as he Is called by his friends, Jimmy was rotund and looked shorter than he really was. His ambition in life was to be ta ken seriously, but people steadily refused ito do so, his art is considered a huge 4 oke i except to himself, if he asked people to dinner everyone expected a frolic. Jimmy marries Bella Knowles; they live together a year and are divorced. CHAPTER ll.—Jimmy’s friends arrange to celebrate the first anniversary of his divorce. Those who attend the party a-e Miss Katherine McNair, who every one calls Kit. Mr. and Mrs. Dallas Brown, the Misses Mercer, Maxwell Reed and a Mr. Thomas Harbison, a South American civil engineer. The party is in full swing when Jimmy receives a telegram from his Aunt Selina, who will arrive in four hours to visit him and his wife. Jimmy gets his funds from Aunt Selina and after ne marries she doubles his allowance. He neglects to tell her of his divorce, as she is opposed to it. Jimmy takes Kit into his confidence, he tries to devise some way so that his aunt will not learn that he has no longer a wife. He suggests that Kit play the hostess for one night, be Mrs. Wilson pro tem. Kit refuses, but is finely prevailed upon to act the ©art. CHAPTER lll.—Aunt Selina arrives ind the deception works out as planned, as she had never seen Jim’s wife CHAPTER IV.—Jim’s Jap servant is taken ill, his face is covered with spots. Bella., Jimmy’s divorced wife enters the .house and asks Kit who is being taken away In the ambulance, she insists it is Jim. Kit tells her Jim is well and is in the house. Bella tells Kit it wasn’t him she wanted to see, but Takahiro, the Jap servant, as she wished to secure his services. Harbiscn steps out on the porch and discovers a man tacking a card on the door. He demands an explanation. iThe man points to the card and he sees 'the word smallpox printed on it. The man is an officer from the board of health and tells him the house is under quar antine and that the guests will have to stay until the quarantine is lifted. CHAPTER V.—The guests suddenly Ireallze their predicament, the women shed tears, the men consider it a good Inka. CHAPTER Vl.—Harbison pleads with Kit to tell him the real situation of things. She finally tells him of Bella’s Incarceration in the basement. CHAPTER Vll.—The all Important question arises as to who is to prepare the meals and perform the other house hold duties. Harbison finally solves the matter. He writes out slips conteining the various departments of the house, each one is assigned to his or her du ties CHAPTER Vlll.—After the lifdi* s the quarantine several letters written by the guests were found in the mail box un delivered, one is addressed to Henry Uewellyn, Union Nitrate Company, Iquique, Chile, which was written by Harbison. He describes minutely of their incarceration, also of his infatuation for Mrs. Wilson. CHAPTER IX.—Harbison attempts to patch up one quarrel after another be tween Kit and Jimmy. Aunt Selina is taken ill with la grippe. Betty acts as nurse. CHAPTER X.—Harbison finds Kit sulk ing on the roof. She tells him that Jim has been treating her outrageously. Har bison fully believing that she is Mrs. Wilson, tells her that she doesn’t mean the things she is saying about her hus band. Kit starts downstairs, when sud denly she is grasped in the arms of a man who kisses her several times. She believes that Harbison is the one who did it and is humiliated. CHAPTER XT.—Aunt Selina tells 'im my her cameo breastpin and other arti cles of jewelry and her money has been stolen. She accuses Betty of the theft. CHAPTER Xll.—The following morn ing Jimmy was in a rage. The papers published a story about the incarcera tion of the party, and that one of the guests hat! attempted to escape by means of laying a board across to the roof of the adjoining house, but was frustrated by a detective who fired a revolver at him. CHAPTER XIII, He Does Not Deny It. Aunt Selina got up the next morn ing and Jim told her all the strange things that had been happening. She fixed on Flannigan, of course, al though she still suspected Betty of her watch and other valuables. The incident < f the comfort she called nervous and bad hours. She pent the entire day going through the storeroom and linen closets, and running her fingers over things for dust. Whenever she found any she looked at me, drew a long breath, and said, “Poor James!” It was maddening. And when she went through his clothes and found some buttons off (Jim didn’t keep a man, and Takahiro had stopped at his boots) she looked at me quite awfully. “His mother was a perfect house keeper,” she said. “James was brought up in clothes with the buttons on, put on clean shelves.” “Didn’t they put them on him?” I asked, almost hysterically. It had been a bad morning, after a worse cufU. o o I A V ’ Jw-V-JW I WwW* “Lord! the cook next door —” night. Every one had found fault with the breakfast, and they straggled down one at a time until I was fran tic. Then Flannigan had talked at me about the pearls, and, Mr. Harbi son had said, “Good morning,” very stiffly, and nearly rattled the inside of tne furnace out. Early in the morning, too, I over heard a scrap of conversation be tween the policeman and our gentle man adventurer from South America. Something had gone wrong with the telephone and Mr. Harbison was fuss ing over it with a screw driver and a pair of scissors—all the tools he could find. Flannigan was lifting rugs to shake them on the roof —Bella’s or der. “Wash the table linen!” he was grumbling. “I’ll do what I can that’s necessary. Grub has to be cooked, and dishes has to be washed —I’ll ad mit that. If you’re particular, make up your bed every day; I don’t object. But don’t me we have to use 33 table napki. > a day. What did folks do before napkins was invented? Tell me that!” —triumphantly. “What’s the answer?” Mr. Harbison inquired absently, evidently with the screw-driver in his mouth. “Used their pocket handkerchiefs! And if the worst comes to the worst, Mr. Harbison, these folks here can use their sleeves, for all I care—not that the women has any sleeves to speak of. Wash clothes I will not.” “Well, don’t worry Mrs. Wilson about it,” the other voice said. Flan nigan straightened himself with a grunt. “Mrs. Wilson!” he said. “A lot she would worry. She’s been a disappoint ment to me, Mr. Harbison, me think ing that now she’d come back to Uim, after leavin’ him the way she did, they’d be like two turtle doves. Lord! the cook next door —” But what the cook had told about Bella and Jimmy was not divulged, for the Harbison man caught him up with a jerk and sent Flannigan, gnvm b i_g, with his rugs to the roof. It did not seem possible to carry on the deception much longer, but if things were bad now, what would they be when Aunt Selina learned she had been lied to, made ridiculous, general ly deceived? And how would I be able to live in the house with her when she did know? Luckily, every one was so puzzled over the mystery in the house that numbers of little things that would have been absolute ly damning were never noticed at all. For instance, my asking Jimmy at luncheon that day if he took cream in his coffee! And Max coming to the rescue by dropping his watch in his glass of water, and creating a diver sion and giving every body an oppor tunity to laugh by saying not to mind, it had been in soak before. Just after luncheon Aunt Selina brought me some undergarments of Jim’s to be patcheu. She explained at length that he had always worn out his undergarments, because he always squirmed around so when he was sit ting. And she showed me how to lay one of the garments over a pillow to get the patch in properly. It was the most humiliating moment of my life, but there was no escape. I took my sewing to the roof, while she went away to find something else for me to do when that was finished, and I sat with the thing on my knee and stared at it, while rebellious tears rolled down my cheeks. The patch was not the shape of the hole at all, and every time I took a stitch I sewed it fast to the pillow beneath. It was terrible. Jim came up after a while and sat down across from he and watched, without saying anything. I suppose what he felt would not have been proper to say to me. We had both reached the point where ade quate language failed us. Finally he said: “I wish I were dead.” “So do I,” I retorted, jerking the thread. “Where is she now?” “Looking for more of these.” I in dicated the garment over the pillow, and he wiggled. “Please don’t squirm,” I said coldly. “You will wear out your—lingerie, and I will have to mend them.” He sat very still for five minutes, when I discovered that I had put the patch in crosswise instead of length wise and that it would not fit. As I jerked it out he sneezed. “Oh, sneeze,” I added venomously. “You will tear your buttons off, and I will have to sew them on.” Jim rose wrathfully. “ ‘Don’t sit, don’t sneeze,’ ” he repeated. “Don’t Stand, 1 suppose, for fear I will wear out my socks. Here, give me that. If the fool thing has to be mended, I’ll do it myself.” He went over to a corner of the parapet and turned his back to me. He was very much offended. In about a minute he came back, triumphant, and held out the result of his labor. I could only gasp. He had puckered up the edges of the hole like the neck of a bag, and had tied the thread around it. “You—you won’t be able to sit down,” I ventured. “Don’t have any time to sit,” he re torted promptly. “Anyhow, it will give some, won’t it? It would if it was tied with elastic, instead of thread. Have you any elastic?” Lollie came up just then, and Jim took himself and his mending down stairs. Luckily, Aunt Selina found several letters in his room that after noon while she was going over his clothes, and as it took Jim some time to explain them, she forgot the task she had given me altogether. When Lollie came up to the roof, she closed the door to the stairs, and GRANT COUNTY HERALD, LANCASTER WISCONSIN, FEBRUARY 8, 1911. coming over, drew a chair close to mine. “Have you see much of Tom today?** she asked, as an introduction. “I suppose you mean Mr. Harbison, Lollie,” I said. “No —not any more than I could help. Don’t whisper, he couldn’t possibly hear you. An if it’s scandal I don’t want to know it.” “Look here, Kit,” she retorted, “you needn’t be so superior. If I like to talk scandal, I’m not so sure you aren’t making it.” That was the way right along: I was making scandal; I brought them there to dinner; I let Bella in! And, of course, Anne came up then, and began on me at once. “You are a very bad girl,” she be gan. “What do you mean by treating Tom Harbison the way you do? He is heart-broken.” “I think you exaggerate my influ ence over him,’- I retorted. “I haven’t treated him badly, because I haven’t paid any attention to him.” Anne threw up her hands. “There you are!” she said. “He worked all day yesterday fixing this place for you—yes, for you, my dear. I am not blind —and last night you re fused to let him bring you up.” . “He told yoq!” I flamed. “He wondered what he had done. And as you wouldn’t let him come within speaking distance of you, he came to me.” “I am s ry, Anne, since you are fond of him,” I said. “But to me he is impossible—intolerable. My rea sons are quite sufficient.” “Kit is perfectly right, Anne,” Leila broke in. “I tell you, there is some thing queer about him,” she added in a portentous whisper. Anne stiffened. “He is perfect,” she declared. “Of good family, warm-hearted, coura geous, handsome, clever —what more do you ask?” • “Honesty,” said Leila hotly. “That a man should be what he says he is. Anne and I both stared. “It is your Mr. Harbison,” Leila went on, “who tried to escape from the house by putting a board across to the next roof!” “I don’t believe it,” said Anne. “You might bring me a picture of him, board in hand, and I wouldn’t believe it'" '‘Don’t then,” Lollie said cruelly. "Let him get away with your pearls; they are yours. Only, as sure as any thing, the man who tried to escape from the house had a reason for es caping, and the papers said a man. in evening dress and light overcoat. I found Mr. Harbison’s overcoat today lying in a heap in one of the maid’s rooms, and it was covered with brick dust all over the front. A button had even been torn off.” “Pooh!” Anne said, when she had recovered herself a little. “There isn’t any reason, as far as that goes, why Flannigan shouldn’t have worn Tom’s overcoat, or —any of the others.” “Flannigan!” Leila said loftily. “Why, his arms are like piano legs; he couldn’t get into it. As for the others, there is only one person who would fit, or nearly fit, that overcoat, and that is Dallas, Anne.” While Anne was choking down her wrath, Leila got up and darted out of the tent. When she came back she was triumphant. “Look,” she said, holding out her hand. And on her palm lay a lightish brown button. “I found it just where the paper said the board was thrown out, and it is from Mr. Harbison’s overcoat, without a doubt.” Of course I should not have been surprised. A man who would kiss a woman on a dark staircase —a woman he had known only two days—was ca pable of anything. “Kit has only been a little keener than the rest of us,” Lollie said. “She found him out yesterday.” “Upon my word,” said Anne indig nantly, preparing to go, “if I didn’t know you girls so well, I would think you were crazy. And now, just to off set this, I will tell you something. Flannigan told me f his morning not to worry; that he has my pearl collar spotted, and that young ladies will have their jokes!” Yes, as I said before, it was a cheer ful, joy-producing situation. I sat and thought it over after Anne’s parting shot, when Leila had flounced downstairs. Things were closing in; I gave the situation 24 hours to develop. At the end of that time Flannigan would accuse me open ly of knowing where the pearls were; I would explain my silly remark to him, and the mine would explode— under Aunt Selina. I was sunk in dejected reverie when some one came on the roof. When he was opposite the opening in the tent, I saw Mr. Harbison, and at that mo ment he saw me. He paused uncer tainly, then he made an evident effort and came over to me. “You are —better today?” “Quite well, thank you.” “I am glad you find the tent use ful. Does it keep off the wind?” “It is quite a shelter”—frigidly. He still stood, struggling for some thing to say. Evidently nothing came to his mind, for he lifted the cap he was wearing, and, turning away, be gan to work with the wiring of the roof-. He was clever with tools; one could see that. If he was a profes sional gentleman-burglar, no doubt he needed to be. After a bit, finding It necessary to climb to the parapet, he took off his coat, without even a glance in my direction, and fell to ■work vigorously. One does not need to like a man to admire him physically, any more than one needs to like a racehorse or any other splendid animal. No one could deny that the man on the parapet was a splendid animal; he looked quite big enough and strong enough to have tossed his slender bridge across the gulf to the next roof, without any difficulty. and co-ordinate enough to have crossed it with a flourish to safety. Just then there was a rending, tear ing sound from the corner and a mut tered ejaculation. I looked up in time to see Mr. Harbison throw up his arms, make a futile attempt to regain his balance, and disappear over the edge of the roof. One instant he was standing there, splendid, superb; the next, the corner of the parapet was empty, all that stood there was a broken, splintered post, and a tangle of wires. I could not have moved at first; at least, it seemed hours before the full significance of the thing penetrated my dazed brain. When I got up I seemed to walk, to crawl, with leaden weights holding back my feet. When I got to the corner I had to catch the post .for support. I knew somebody was saying: “Oh, how terri ble!” over and over. It was only after ward that I knew it had been myself. And then some other voice was say ing: “Don’t be alarmed. Please, don’t be frightened. I’m all right.” I dared look over the parapet finah I¥, and instead of a crushed and un speakable body, there was Mr. Harbi son, sitting about eight feet below me, with his feet swinging into space and a long red scratch from the corner of his eye across his cheek. There was a sort of mansard there, with win dows, and just enough coping to keep him from rolling off. "I thought you had fallen —all the way,” I gasped, trying to keep my lips from trembling. “I —oh, don’t dangle your feet like that!” He did not seem at all glad of his escape. He sat there gloomily, peer ing into the gulf beneath. “If it wasn’t so —er —messy and gen erally unpleasant,” he replied without looking up, “I would slide off and go the rest of the way.” “You are childish,” I said, severely. “See if you can get through the win dow behind you. If you cannot, I’ll come down and unfasten It.” But the window was open, and I had a chance to sit down and gather up the scat tered ends of my nerves. To my sur prise, however, when he came back he made no effort to renew our con versation. He ignored me completely, and went to work at once to repair the damage to his wires, with his back to me. “I think you are very rude,” I said at last. “You fell over there and I thought you w r ere killed. The nerv ous shock I experienced is just as bad as if you had gone—all the way.” He put down the hammer and came over to me without speaking. Then, when he was quite close, he said: “I am very sorry if I startled you. I did not flatter myself that you would be profoundly affected, in any event.” “Oh, as to that,” I said lightly, “it makes me ill for days if my car runs over a dog.” He looked at me in si lence. “You are not going to get up on that parapet again?” “Mrs. Wilson,” he said, without pay ing the slightest attention to my ques tion, “will you tell me what I have done?” “Done?” “Or have not done? I have racked my brains —stayed awake all of last night. At first I hoped it was imper sonal, that, womanlike, you were mere ly venting general disfavor on one particular individual. But —your hos tility is to me, personally.” I raised my eyebrows, coldly inter rogative. “Perhaps,” he went on, calmly— “perhaps I was a fool here on the roof —the night before last. If I said any thing that I should not, I ask your pardon. If it is not that, I think you ought to ask mine!” I was angry enough then. “There can be only one opinion about your conduct,” I retorted, warm ly. “It was worse than brutal. It — it was unspeakable. I have no words for it —except that I loathe it—and you.” He was very grim by this time. “I have heard you say something like that before —only I was not the un fortunate in that case.- MOB flEwl The Mercer Girls Kissed Dal and Anne Was Furious. “Oh!” I was choking. “Under different circumstances I should be the last person to recall anything so—personal. But the cir cumstances are unusual.” He toolt an angry step toward me. “Will you tell me W’hat I have done? Or shall I go down and ask the others?” “You wouldn’t dare,” I cried, “or I will tell them what you did! How you waylaid me on those stairs there, and forced your caresses, your kisses, on me! Oh, I could die with shame!” The silence that followed was as unexpected as it was ominous. I knew he was staring at me, and I was furious to find myself so emotional, so much more excited of the tw’O. Final ly, I looked up. “You cannot deny it,” I said, in a sort of anti-climax. “No.” He was very quiet, very grim, quite composed. "No,” ne re peated, judicially. “I do not deny it.” He did not? He would not? Which? CHAPTER XIV. Almost, But Not Quite. Dal had been acting strangely all day. Once, early in the evening, when I had doubled no trftmp, he led me a club -without apology, and later on, during his dummy, I saw him writing our names on the back of an envelope, and putting numbers after them. At my earliest opportunity I went to Max. “There is something the matter with Dal, Max,” I volunteered. “He has been acting strangely all day, and just now he was making out a list — names and numbers.” “You’re to blame for that, Kit,” Max said seriously. “You put washing soda instead of baking soda in those bis cuits today, and he thinks he is a steam laundry. Those are laundry lists he’s making out. He asked me a little while ago if I wanted a do mestic finish. Yes, I had put washing soda in the biscuits. The book said soda, and how is one to know which is meant? “I do not think you are calculated for a domestic finish,”l said, coldly, as I turned away. “In any case I dis claim any such responsibility. But — there is something on Dal’s mind.” Max came after me. “Don’t be cross, Kit. You haven’t said a nice word to me today, and you go around bristling with your chin up and two red spots on your cheeks —like what ere-her-name-was with the snakes in stead of hair. I don’t know why I’m so crazy about you; I always meant to love a girl with a nice disposition.” I left him then. Dal had gone into the reception room and closed the doors. And because he had been act ing so strangely, and partly to escape from Max, whose eyes looked threat ening, I followed him. Just as I opened the door quietly and looked in, Dallas switched off the lights, and I could hear him groping his way across the room. Then somebody—not Dal —spoke from the corner, cautiously. “Is that you, Mr. Brown, sir?” It *’a« F’p pn'gan. “Yes. Is everything here?” “All but the powder, sir. Don’t step too close. They’re spread all over the place.” “Have you taken the curtains down?” “Yes, sir.” “Matches?” “Here, sir.” “Light one, will you, Flannigan? I want to see the time.” The flare showed Dallas and Flan nigan bent over the timepiece. And it showed something else. The rug had been turned back from the win dows which opened on the street, and the curtains had been removed. On the bare hardwood floor just beneath the windows was an aray of pans of various sizes, dish pans, cake tins, and a metal foot tub. The pans were raised from the floor on bricks, and seemed to be full of paper. All the chairs and tables were pushed back against the wall, and the bric-a-brac was stacked on the mantel. “Half an hour yet,” Dal said, clos ing his watch. “Plenty of time, and remember the signal, four short and two long.” “Four short and two long —all right, sir.” “And —Flannigan, here’s something for you, on account.” “Thank you, sir.” Dal turned to go out, tripped over the rug, said something, and passed me without an idea of my presence. A moment later Flannigan went out, and I was left, huddled against the wall, and alone. It was puzzling enough. “Four long and two short?” “All but the powder!” Not that I believed for a moment what Max had said, and any how Flannigan was the sanest person I ever saw in my life. But it all seemed a part of the mystery that had been hanging over us for several days. I felt my way across the room and knelt by the pans. Yes, they were there, full of paper and mounted oh bricks. It had not been a delusion. And then I straightened on my knees suddenly, for an automobile passing under the window had sounded four short honks and two long ones. The signal was followed instantly by a crash. The foot bath had fallen from its supports, and lay, quivering and vibrating witK horrid noises at my feet. The next moment Mr. Harbi son had thrown open the door and leaped into the room. “Who’s there?” he demanded. Against the light I could see him reaching for his hip pocket, and the rest crowding up around him. “It’s only me,” 1 quavered, “that is, I. The dish pan upset.” “Dish pan!” Bella said from back in the crowd. “Kit, of course!” Jim, forced his way through then and turned, on the lights. I have no doubt I looked very strange, kneeling there on the bare floor, with a row of pans mounted on bricks’ behind me, and tine furniture all piled on itself in a back corner. “Kit! What in the w r orld —” Jim be gan, and stopped. He stared from me to the pans, to the windows, to the bric-a-brac on the mantel, and back to me. I sat stonily silent. - Why should I explain? Whenever I got into a fool ish position, and tried to explain, and tell how it happened, and -who was really to blame, they always brought it back to me somehow. So I sat there on the floor and let them stare. And finally Lollie Mercer got her breath and said: “How perfectly lovely; it’s a charade!” And Anne guessed “kitchen” at once. “Kit, you know, and the pans and —all that,” she said, vaguely. At that they all took to guessing! And I sat still, until Mr. Harbison saw the oiunu hi uiv v., <xuu came Over co me. “Have you hurt your ankle?” he said in an undertone. “Let me help you up.” “I am not hurt,” I said, coldly, “and even if I w£re, it would be un necessary to trouble you.” “I cannot help being troubled,” he returned, just as evenly. “You see, ‘it makes me ill for days if my car runs over a dog.’ ” Luckily, at that moment Dal came in. He pushed his way through the crowd without a word, shut oft the lights, crashed through the pans and slammed the shutters close. Then he turned and addressed the rest. “Of all the lunatics —!” he began, only there was more to it than that. “A fellow goes to all kinds of trouble to put an end to this miserable situa tion, and the entire household turns out and sets to work to frustrate the whole scheme. You like to stay here, don’t you, like chickens in a coop? Where’s Flannigan?” Nobody understood Dal’s wrath then, but it seems he meant to arrar<e the plot himself, and when it was ripe, and the hour nearly come, he intend ed to wager that he could break the quarantine, and to take any odds he could get that he would free the en tire party in half an hour. As for the plan itself, it was idiotically simple; we were perfectly delighted when we heard it. It was so simple and yet so comprehensive. We didn’t see how it could fail. Both the Mercer girls kissed Dal on the strength of it, and Anne was furious. Jim was so much pleased, for some reason or other, and Mr. Harbison looked thoughtful rather than merry. Aunt Selina had gone to bed. The idea, of course, was to start an embryo fire just inside the windows, in the pans, to feed it with the orange fire powder that Is used on the Fourth of July, and when we had thrown open the windows and yelled “fire” and all the guards and reporters had rushed to the front of the house, to escape quietly by a rear door from the basement kitchen, get into ma, chines Dal had in waiting, and lose as quickly as we could. You can see how simple it was. Everyone rushed madly fn- r- z t coats and veils, and Dal shuffled the numbers so the people going the same direction would have the same ma chine. We called to each other as we dressed about Marmaroneck or Lake wood or wherever we happened to have relatives. Everybody knew everybody else, and his friends. The Mercer girls were going to cruise un til the trouble blew over, the Browns were going to Pinehurst, and Jim was going to Africa to hunt, if he could get out of the harbor. Only the Harbison man seemed to have no plans; quite suddenly with the world so near again, the world of coun try houses and steam yachts and all the rest of it, he ceased to be one of us. It was not his world at all. He stood back and watched the kaleido scope of our cbats and veils, half-quiz zically, but with something in his face that I had not seen there before. If he had not been so self-reliant and big, I would have said he was lonely. Not that he was pathetic in any sense of the word. Of course, he avoided me, which was natural and exactly what I wished. Belle never was far from him, and at the last she loaded him with her jewel case and a muff and traveling bag and asked htm to her cousins’ on Long Ishind. 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