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| GEORGE
RANDOLPH
CHESTER
Copyright, 1914, by the Bobbs-
Merrill Co.
SYNOPSIS
Sledge, a typical politician, becomes in-
fatuated with Molly Marley, daughter of
a street car company president. He sends
her red rosec ‘
CHAPTER Il.
Molly Invites an Additional Guest.
HERE are the red roses,
Molly?” asked Bert Glider
as he walked into the re- |
ception parlor of Marley's
pretentious big house that night.
“1 don’t know,” replied Molly, much
concerned. *‘Did you send some?”
“No, but I thought some were to be
sent to you,” laughed Bert. “It’s too
good to keep, Fern. By the way, that
‘Fern’ just slipped, and you'll have to
pardon me for it. It’s Molly's fault.
She never called you anything else.”
“Who 18 it?’ demanded Molly, more
eager to hear the news than he liked to
see. | **The information’ is highly im-
portant, if true, and I must not be
' kept in suspense.”
“Hold on to something, then.” he
warned her. *One, two, three—Sledge!”
*“Sledge!” she repeated. “What?
That great big” — She paused for lack
of words, and her face flamed suddenly
scarlet with indignation.
“Sledge,” he joyously insisted, and
J , to the puzzled Fern, *‘You re-
&. the big fellow whose car stop-
ped just abreast us last night.”
Mr. Glider, who as a boy “had been
an expert in pulling the wings from
flies, went straight on with the slaugh-
ter, seizing immediately the glorious
opportunity which presented itself
when Mr; Marley, brave in smoking
jacket and pumps, sauntered into the
parlor.
“Great news, Marley!” hailed Bert,
beaming with delight upon the joyous
laughter of Fern. “Molly has captured
a new honor for the family. Whose
do you suppose is the latest scalp at
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her belt?” ‘
“It might be almost anybody,” re-
turned Marley, who felt that his moth-
erless danghter’s popularity reflected
somehow on himself. “Who is the
particular victim you have in mind?”
and he laughed in advance.
“Sledge!” exploded Bert. ‘“By the
way, Marley, he gave you a hint of it
too. Didn’t he ask you today while 1
was there for an invitation to Molly's
party tomorrow night or something
like that?"
“Well, not exactly, but he did throw
out some pretty strong hints,” ac-
knowledged. Marley with a. grin, en-
te into the joyous spirit of the oc-
Tih “He asked permission to call
I told him that was up to
wf “ fd
“How unusually considerate!” ob-
- served Molly. biting her lips to sup-
press the rising fury which had driven
the blushes from her cheeks and left
them almost waxen.
The Marley butler. a thin faced and
thin legged young man with a pain-
fully intellectual countenance, stalked
past the hallway portieres in answer
to a below stairs ring and returned
from the front door with:
“Mr. Sledge, sir, to see Mr. Marley.”
“Show him into the library,” hastily
directed. Marley, suddenly contrite and
feeling a sinking horror, as did all the
others in the room, of having this man
face to face with Molly, especially
after the crimes against her, of which
they had themselves been guilty.
“The instructions were too late, how-
ever.
“Good evening,’ rumbled the deep
voice of Sledge, who just then appear-
ed directly in the center of the opening
in the portieres. He wore an Inverness
topcoat, the open front of which dis-
closed a marvelous expanse. of ‘white
shirt front, spaced with diamond
studs, the glitter of which paled, how-
ever, by contrast with the enormous
solitaire which illuminated the solid
gold watch fob presented to him. by
the Young Men's Marching club of
Ward G. His hair was pressed as
smoothly to his skull as an earnest
ItzHan barber: could plaster it, zand
various angry specks on his cheeks told
how microscopically he had been shay-
ed. The erowning triumphs of his toi-
14t. ‘however. he carried. In his right
a ‘He bore. held ‘by a wide velvet
n; inthe same huge fingers which
clutched the gold headed eane pre
sented by the Capital City Sledge club,
a thirty dollar box of candy. two feet
across, wrapped with six beribbened
layers of fancy paper ‘and’ provided
with an absolute maze of drawers and
partitions. In his left hand he carried
a speckless silk hat of the latest
French shape, and that arm encircled
a conical parcel. so big that it’ would
have staggered a gmall man,’ ‘while
from the upper end of the cone pro-
truded a square yard of screaming red
roses.
“Good evening. Miss Molly.” he add-
ed, becoming more specific. “1 brought
these for you myself)” and he beamed
hia cordial good: will upen the entire
oom
g——
assemblage.
It was in this breathless crisis that
Molly Marley, aggravated beyond en-
durance, took her merciless revenge.
«How perfectly delightful!” she cried.
eager cordiality than she had ever be-
stowed upon Bert Glider himself.
“We've just been talking about you,”
and then, to the intense consternation
of her father and her foremost suitor,
she added: “I want you at my party
tomorrow night Won’t you come.
please?”
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The next day Smash. Molly's pet.
like the way of many good dogs. fell
into the hands ef the official dog catch-
er and was taken off to the pound.
Molly. was in a pitiable state. She ap-
pealed to Ler father. He testily said
that he was busy. In her desperation
and hardly knowing why she did it. she
telephoned to Sledge. One of Sledge’s
men said that he was very busy. But
when he heard it was Molly he jump-
ed into an automobile. accompanied
Molly to the pound and got Smash.
On the way home Sledge talked of his
dog Bob, and Molly shivered when he
said he'd like to match Bob against
Smash. As if noticing her displeasure,
he changed the subject to Molly's par-
ty, and for the hundredth time Molly
was sorry she invited him. !
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A yelp on the front porch announced
the arrival of Ben Sledge, and he ap-
peared in the brilliantly lighted hall,
holding a tightly stretched chain, to
the other end of which was attached
a one eyed, stub eared. battle scarred
bull terrier, which took such a violent
dislike to the intellectual faced Marley
butler that Sledge was compelled te
bold him clear of the. floor with one
‘brawny hand.and spank him loudly in
the ribs with the other. whereupon
Bob gave. a single yelping promise to
be good, and Sledge let him down.
“This is Bob, Miss Molly,” intro-
duced Sledge. “I'm sending him right
back with Mike, but you said you'd
like to see him.”
“Delighted to meet you, Bob,” laugh-.
ed Molly. stooping down and patting
him on the seamy head.
Bob deliberately batted his good eye
with all the effect of a wink and
wagged his absurd stump of a tail by
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“] brought these for you myself.”
way of friendly greeting, then he sud-
denly made a lunge of about four feet
and strained, choking, at the end of
his chain, on his hind feet, with his
tongue hanging out. From the rear of
the lot he had beard the bark of the
suspicious Smash.
“Where's Mike?" demanded Molly
hastily and in some fear.
Bert Glider and five of the eight
couples whom Molly had invited bad
already arrived and were now, of
course, thronged eagerly in the door-
ways.
“What's your hurry, Molly?" snick-
ered loose jointed Dicky Reynolds.
“Hold your caller till I run out and
get Bmash. He knows me.”
“Don’t you dare!” shrieked Molly,
distrusting him with good reason.
Bob loosened his throat enough to
answer the challenge from the kennel,
and there wasn’t a girl left in the
doorways except Jessie Peters, who
cling to Dicky’s sleeve.
“1"11'go with'yoti, Dicky,” offered cir-
cular little Willie ‘Walters, with ‘an
| ecHo'of "Dicky’s ‘snicker.
! i &If “you do he’ll'bark at you,” hotly
retorted Molly, knowing Wee Willie's
cautious propensities. ‘
The rest of the boys were for keep-
ing up the good work, but Sledge cut
| short the incipient hysteria by picking
. up Bob by the ‘heck, returning to the
door and booming ‘into ‘the night the
: silent, ‘potent ‘syllable:
“Mike!”
A squatty man. who looked so much
! lke Bob, even to a patched eye, that
they could have been taken for twins,
emerged from the darkness, hugged
Bob to his bosom like a brother and
hurried away.
Fern and Molly looked at each other
with dismay. If this was the start of
the evening what else might they ex-
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and she swept toward him with more
“Why didn’t Mike take them both
away?” whispered Fern. “You poor
girl!” ? :
“I'm not!” denied Molly fiercely. “I
said this morning that I'd like to see
Bob. and, of course, Mr. Sledge brought
him. The only trouble is he’s so
quick.” . : :
“He's instantaneous.” corrected Fern.
«You have to admire it.” laughed
Molly. ‘Well, the only thing 1 can:do
is to be as game as he is.” And upon
Sledge’s return from some careful di-
rections to an unseen companion of
Mike's she introduced him to her
friends with all the sprightliness of
which she was capable. J
In that process she firmly intended
to make him the center of things and
to see that he had a good time. He
relieved her of that tremendous bur-
den. however. for after moving through
the introductions with a cordial ease
which not only delighted but surprised
her. until she was.reminded that he
had been introduced to more notables
than she would probably ever see. he
quietly disappeared into Marley’s den
and smoked fat cigars in calm com-
fort, with a stein of cool beer at his el-
bow. leaving the young people to enjoy
their hilarity without the damper of
hig presence. =
Melly, mindful of her duties as host-
ess, dropped in occasionally to see that
he was satisfied, and each time she
found him in exactly the same position,
as placidly contented as he could pos-
sibly have been in the little back room
of. the Occident saloon: On one of hex
visits, after answering in the affirma-
tive her inquiry if he was all right, he
rose from his comfortable nest in the
big leather chair. \ .
«I suppose we eat.’ he guessed.
“I think youd call it bluff,” she
laughingly returned.
“I get you,” he replied.
orations. Souvenirs?”
“Phe usual.”
“Hand ‘em these,” and he thrust into
her hands two bundles of small envel-
opes, red ones and white ones.
“Mostly dec-
ment.
“I—get you,”
ridicule.
for the boys. What are they?”
“Aw, nothing much,” he diffidently
replied as he resumed his seat. “Sea-
son tickets for grand opera week in
the red ones and for the Athletic club
fights in the white ones. Admit two.
Is it all right?”
“Is it all right? It's glorious!” she
assured him, with shining eyes.
Delighted with this unmatchable nov-
elty, Molly was herself placing the
red and white envelopes at the covers
in the dining room when Bert Glider
found her there and closed the door
after himself.
“Molly, you're carrying this Sledge
joke too far!" he hotly charged.
“3Who elected you? she quietly
wanted to know and laid a white en-’
velope at his place with extreme care,
angling the corner of it just so.
“Both of us, I hope,” he stated, dis-
playing a warning signal by pulling at
the top of his collar to give his throat
more room. “Molly”’— And he advanc-
| ed toward her.
The symptoms were unmistakable.
Molly, having rounded the end of the
table, slipped out thrcugh the pantry
door and handed ber remaining en-
velopes to the intellectual looking but-
ler.
“Place these on the table just as I
have done. Alternate red and white
ones,” she kindly directed, and the
next time Bert saw her she was the
lve center of the laughing taffy pull-
ing. She had preferred to escape
rather than to treat this matter either
seriously or flippantly when she: was
annoyed with him, 4
At 11:30 Mr. Marley, with the worry
of eight absent mothers on his own
shoulders, was fretting over some in-
vention to send them home when the
earth split open in the wide stretch of
‘vacant land across the street and
ejected into the sky, with a loud, un-
earthly noise, a tremendous assortment
of flery meteors, mostly red. Roman
candles in reckless bunches shot up
from behind every bush, skyrockets
dragged their spiraling tails through
all the available circumambience, while
fancy bombs carried their aerial fioat-
ers and other brilliant pyrotechnical
surprises into ‘all the celestial terri-
tory hitherto unoccupied. Gidea
“Through it all: Sledge stood as im-
movable and as impasgsive.as if he had
been: glued to .the spot and frozen.
Even when the display flowed out into
the middle of the highway and piled
up the street cars for two blocks in
both ‘directions he remained a calm’
and disinterested spectator. ~The pres-
ident of the traction. company was
thrown into extreme agitation by this
excess of zeal, for he had some con-
sideration for the feelings of the pub-
lic, and he rushed: right out to restore
the scattered schedule. t
.A‘Here, what's this?’ he demanded of
a demon with a smoke blackened face.
“Why are you holding up the cars?”
“Sledge’s orders,” replied the demon,
lighting the fuse of a red rose set
plece.’ “He said everything went, and
it's going.” 3
Mr. Marley came back.
Sledge was no longer on the porch.
Molly bad slipped in to wrap up some
cake for Baby Peters, and Sledge, who
seemingly saw nothing, had followed
her.
“Well, is your party a hit?” he anx-
iously inquired.
“I's a scream!” she said, unable to
control her laughter. “Really, Mr.
Sledge, I have you to thank for the
most extravagantly joyous occasion at
which I have ever had the good for-
tune to preside.”
“We'll open her another notch next
¢ene——
stated Sledge.
‘morning about that Porson property?’
She looked at them blankly a mo-
she smiled, flushing}
slightly as she wondered whether her; amused and wholly vexed.
adoption of his phrase was flattery or |
“Red omnes, in honor of the'
roses, are for girls, and the white ones {
time,” he confidently promised her.
“Molly, marry me.”
«Oh, it's impossible!” she blurted.
“Really, I'm sorry, Mr. Sledge. 1 know
it’s my own fault, but I didn’t mean it
to go this far. I don’t mean that—
that is—well, 1 don’t know what I
mean. You’ve been so good, and I do
appreciate it so, but it is impossible!
I simply couldn’t. Don’t you see?”
“You'll come around to it.”
“1 bet I don’t?” she blazed.
«what'll you bet—Smash against
Bob?”
“Anything you like!” she angrily
agreed, furious enough to poison him.
“You're on.” he said.
CHAPTER IIL
An Engagement Without a Kiss.
ERT. annoyed by the events of
the evening, but relieved to
some extent by Molly's inex-
plicable and delightful change
of manner toward him in the pleasant
half hour before the party had dis-
persed. took his thoughtful place in
Sledge’s machine and prepared for the
usual welcome silence, which those
who knew him had a right to expeet
from the reticent boss. To his sur-
prise, however, Sledge talked.
“Great party Molly had,” observed
the donor of the fireworks and the mu-
sic and the passes and the red roses.
“A feverish success,” agreed Bert.
“Molly is inclined to give you all the
credit for it."
She can have anything she wants,”
“I'm going to marry
her.”
“Did she say so?” inquired Bert.
“Not yet,” acknowledged Sledge.
“She's thinking it over.”
“Oh!” returned Bert, much relieved
and smiling in the darkness. He com-
placently twirled his mustache. He
had. a good one on Molly.
“What time am I to see you in the
he inquired, determined not further to
discuss the lady.
“Eleven o'clock.”
Bert went into the house, half
It miczht
be very funny to see this blundering
big boor making a fool of himself,
but the joke was entirely ruined by
the fact that at the same time he was
making a fool of everybody else.
Bert knew, to the share, how much
street railway and Gas and Electric
stock Marley held. The growing city
needed vastly increased transporta-
tion facilities, and with the increase of
these would come an increase of Mar-
ley wealth and influence. It might be
a very handy thing for a young real
estate dealer to have the president of
a rapidly expanding street railway
company for a father-in-law. He went
to, sleep. dreaming pleasantly of ex-
tensions and subdivisions and advance
information on factory sites—and of
Molly, of course!
He awoke determined to concrete
thésé dreams or to dismiss them and
find others. Molly had either to ac-
cept him or definitely to turn him
lcose after what other fish there might
be in the sea. The absurdity of hav-
ing Sledge for a rival was too much to
endure.
He went to his office, dividing this
train of thought with his plans for the
marketing of the Porson tract, hurried
to the First National to secure a loan of
ten thousand on the new property and
arranged at the German bank for an
extension of certain other loans which
would have to be deferred if he used
his ‘ten thousand available funds to
complete the cash purchase which
Bendix demanded. These more urgent
matters disposed of, he called up
Molly.
“May I come out?” he demanded.
“When?” drawled a languid voice.
“Right away.”
“No,” she drawled again.
“But, Molly, I must see you,” he seri-
ously insisted. “It's important.”
“It always is,” she laughed. “What's
it about this time?” .
“Oh, the same old thing,” he ac-
knowledged, ‘“‘only more 50.”
“You're crowding them closer to-
gether,” chided Molly. “Moreover, this
is the first time by telephone, I think.”
“I didn’t mean it to be so,” he apolo-
gized: “You've trapped me into it and
taken away any chance I might have
of persuasiveness Now I suppose it
will be the same old answer.”
“Not necessarily,” was her astound-
ing reply, in the same sleepy drawl
“What!” he “gasped. “Say that
again.” i ;
“Not necessarily,” she repeated, and
ho caught the sound of a repressed
giggle.
“You're teasing me,” he protested.
“You don’t mean that I'm to have the
right answer this time.”
“It depends on what you mean by
the right answer.”
“The one I've always wanted.”
¥What' one'is’ that?”
“Yes,” ‘he blurted.
“Yes what?”
“Will you?’
“Yes.”
“Yes what?’ he confusedly de-
manded.
“I will. ‘Say. Bert, I don’t like the
all platinum settings.
with the. platinum
and a hali,’:
“I'm cheated.” he earnestly complain:
ed.
1 like the gold
prongs. Size Six
“There are certain formalities
which I am keenly missing. I'm com-
ing out.”
* * * * a * *
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ductions led Fern about the st SNDAYS
modern mansion with an air of
prietorship, for this was her seWhitehead,
visit, and she displayed with glee, will hold
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pwimming pool. the pipe organ. 5 avenue
conservatory fountains,
outdoor sleeping rooms and the sun
gardens, all of which she had ment:
ed to Sledge the previous day. §
had not known until afterward th:
she had had this very place in mind.
“It’s a dream!” declared Fern, with
awed enthusiasm. “Wouldn't you like
to own a wonderful place like this,
Molly?” :
“Jt isn’t worth the moral price,”
judged Molly. looking about the beau-
tion, nevertheless. “It would be nice,
though, after all,” she finally admitted.
“Mrs. Waver doesn’t seem to enjoy
it,” wondered Fern. “She hides as
much as possible, I think.”
“She has never overcome her fear of
using the wrong fork,” guessed Molly.
added. “Mrs. Waver is a good, sweet
wonian, like my own mother, but I
don't believe she is quite comfortable
In. all this magnificence. Governor
Waver, on the other hand, likes it and
consequently looks as if he belonged
here.”
“That's the trouble with most mar-
rlages,” observed Fern from the depth
of her twenty-one years of wisdom.
“Phey’re 80. unequal. It's perfectly
ghastly, Molly, for either a man or a
woman to marry beneath one’s own
capabilities of expansion.”
“What does it say onthe next page?”
laughed Molly. .
They were winding up out of the
quaintly lighted sunken gardens, and
they both stopped to admire the cold-
ly ‘severe beauty of the big white mar-
ble house as it lay gleaming in the
moonlight.
~Phat there's no danger of that with
you and Bert. you lucky girl.” replied
Fern, with a queer note in her voice.
at which Molly wondered. “Bert's a
dandy fellow. It makes me hopping
mad on your account when anybody
knocks him.”
“Has the Lord Help the Absent
Member club got at him, too?” asked
Molly, with a smile. “I thought only
women were eligible for discussion.”
“They take anybody,” dryly com-
mented Fern. “But, aftér all, it is
you ‘who are up.”
“Me!” gasped Molly.
worst about myself.”
“You've made a sensational hit,” gig-
gled Fern, “and that’s enough to send
you to the, electrical chair any place.
However, they're taking it cut in
pity.”
“They must hate me, then.” Molly
felt assured at last of her success.
“But why pity?”
“Bert,” responded Fern.
here.”
“He telephoned me this afternoon he
might be late,” said Molly, with a
slightly worried air. “What of it?”
“Common malice, on view in the
clogkroom, has it that he is at the
“Tell me the
“He isn’t
ed Fern and waited. “It would be
absurd if it were not so mean. 1 gave
one cat a piece of my mind about it,
the feather chinned woman with the
purple condolence ribbons fastened on
her cerise chiffon with brass furniture
tacks.”
Molly howled at the description.
«Wow! she gasped. “That's Mrs.
Senator Allerton.
to her?’
vening at |
tiful grounds with a sigh of admira-
«hat wasn’t nice, Fern.” she quickly {|
present moment unpresentable,” stat-
What did you say
“That she seemed so happy to be-
le Sie SSR
JOSEPH LOWRY.
The remains of Jospeh Lowry of
| Fair Hope, who died at the Mont Al-
{to sanitarium on Saturday, were
brought to Meyersdale on Monday
for burial. Services were held in the
Catholic Church, following which iu-
terment was made in the Catholic
cemetery. Mr. Lowry was 27 years of
age and is survived by his wife and
four small children, his parents and
several brothers and sisters, all liv-
ing at Fairhope.
WILLIAM BEALS,
We A well known former citizen of
this vicinity died yesterday at the
Hor'® | ome of his son, J. cy a at Hazel
3 ¢ 8’ 0d. The remains Vii be received
ee ys place to-morow afternoon and
"oul give youtaken by Undertaker Reich
for that as soon. the brother-in-law of the
promised Molly. 8 Fike and on Saturday
«You're almost as libdces will be held’
complimented Fern. “I Wurghit give
up that'spangle fan for worngs. What
do you suppose is keeping Bert, Molly ?”
“He's probably ‘slewed,’ to use the
Sledge dictionary,” responded Molly
calmly. .
“Does that mean the same as jag-
ged?’ :
«Spifiicated,” elucidated Molly. “Don’t
look so shocked, Fern. Bert isn’t in the’
habit of it. Any of the boys will tell
you that he’s so sober he breaks up
most of their parties.”
«Then why did he show off tonight?”
«I pelieve they call it drowning their
sorrows,” explained Molly quietly. “He
lost everything today—money, busi-
ness, prospects. Sledge broke him.”
“poor Bert!” sympathized the warm
hearted Fern. “Why, that putty faced
old thief! Molly! He did it on your
account! Isn't he clever! How on
earth did he work 1t?”
“Had Bert tie up all his money, in-
cluding some he borrowed. in property
Sledge depreciated in value, then
Sledge had the bank call the loan.
Bert can't pay, and thé Lank Seizes the
property. Moreover, nobody will in-
vest in Bert's enterprises since they
know that Sledge is against him.”
“I don’t blame him for getting—what
does Sledge call it?"
“Slewed.”
“Po you?" asked Fern.
«Hell probably feel sorry for it to-
morrow,” evaded Molly. “A man’s
conscience usually hurts him when he
can’t eat.”
They had neared the house, and now
a glender figure in black came rapid-
ly toward them.
“Is that you, Molly?” inquired the
anxious voice of Frank Marley.
“It is your fair daughter,” she light-
ly ‘assured him.
“They are missing you,” he declared
with all the. responsibility of a suc-
cessful showman. ‘The governor and
his wife, Sénator Allerton, the mayor
and a dozen others have been inquir-
ing about you.. You .are this year’s
prize beauty.” and be laughed proudly.
Embarrassed by the display he ap-
parently wished to make of her, Molly
followed him into the maze of gor-
geous drawing rooms, where the aris-
tocracy of Ring county and the state
dispayed’ its evening clothes in com-
stantly shifting array.
The mayor himself. a keen eyed
young man with a preternaturally
bald head and a reputation which fol-
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hurrying up to her with her dance
program in his hand. With him was
a gangling old beau with a profession-
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