Richmond Palladium (Daily), Volume 40, Number 311, 11 December 1915 — Page 10

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THE RICHMOND PALLADIUM AND SUN-TELEGRAM, SATURDAY, DEC. 11, 1915

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"Did you want me. Mr. Martin?" aid Miss Grayson quietly. Interrupting his reverie. .- - Miss Mary Grayson was . pretty M her name. Her big round eyes, that were too full of merry shrewdness to be merely doll-like, her dealing teeth, her clear and rosy skin, her well bred figure and attractive way of dressing, made up a whole that old Martin never saw without some Inward breathing Of contentment Old Martin looked up 0t her now with a sigh. Well how are you today, Mistress Kary 7" he said aloud. "Very well Indeed, thank you, Mr. Martin. I'm always weH," said Miss Grayson. "Have you any letters for me today?" They had got Into the way for the last six weeks or so of having her come up to the house occasionally when Mr. Martin did not feel equal to going to the office. "Yes, a few. But there's no hurry,' he answered presently. "Oh, by the way, Miss Grayson," he went on, "Johnson tells me you were here when that countess called this afternoon. What did you make of her?" Nothing, I'm sorry to say, Mr. Martfn." replied Mary, laughing. "It was really too funny. I feeL as Johnson "It was really too funny. said, that my education has been neglected. 'I regret that I was not better educated, ma'am,' he said to me." Mary went on in imitation of Johnson's inimitable manner. "'Nothing like this has ever happened to me before, miss, but I can't make her comprehend anything I say. She just sits and waits.' " "What was she like?" demanded Mr. Martin, laughing too. "Well, she was really rather fascinating." Mary began, taking her cue from this . encouragement. "And stunning too. The French always are, don't you think? And she had on a duck of a dress. She walked straight in and looked straight at me and began to Jabber like a streak of lightning. The French fairly flew out of her mouth. I told her it was Impossible for her to see Mr. Martin that he was confined to the house by a severe attack of gout, and couldn't she leave her message?" - "And did she?" "Well, her message sounded- sometiling like this: 'JedesireparleramonsleurmartinaproposdesAFFAIRES. Jesulsrichem alsonpeuttoujoursetreplusbichx. Bljepouvaisobtenlrleagencedusavonmartlnpourlafrancecaseralunebelle AFFAIUK. Jedonneraicinquantemlllefrancspour cetteAGGENCE. .". : Mr. Martin's mouth fell open with amused astonishment during this tirade. He had once met a young woman who could make a noise like Sara Bernhardt without knowing more than half a dozen words of French. But Mary Grayson beat her. ."Well, wtll," laughed Mr. Martin; "It's a wonderful language, French." "Isn't it," said Mary. -So finally we tried signs and pantomime. 1 made a wild, sweeping gesture at her to show that you were out She rattled on worse than before. Then 1 pretended Johnson was you. Mr. Martin, and I shoved him out of the door and shrieked 'out!', Sometimes if you talk loud enough it seems as if they might understand you, but this one didn't. And then she began to act at Johnson and me too. She evidently wanted to know when you'd be back, whereupon 1 ran over to the clock and pointed violently to the figure 8. "I told Johnson never to let her In again unless Mnrie was here to interpret her." said Mary In conclusion. "Quite right." said Mr. Martin. "By the way," he added, eying his pretty secretary shrewdly, "do you think she was after Rodney? Was she young enough for that?" "Some women are never too old for that are they, Mr. Murtln?" she said coolly. He glanced at her furtively a moment ns she patted back her hair, looking pleasantly at the crackling fire. There had been a time in those early days, when she had first come to him, to try her hand at a secretaryship, when she had reminded him alternately of her two parents. It was In loyalty to one of them that he had given her a chance. Sometimes, in a flash, there would be a curiously vivid suggestion of her mother in her something in the way she raised her bead and looked at him. a sound in the tone of her voice as she said good morning. Such moments, for a long time, gave old Martin sharp pang that he could not ignore even In his Inmost heart Then there was that even sharper twinge, and a curiously less pleasant one. when she reminded him of her father. He had been a handsome dog in his day, Rob Grayson there was no denying that. An idea was taking shape in , Mr. Martin's brain pan; if only be could put it" over. CHAPTER II. The Course of True Love. w ELL, if -you're ready, my dear, here goes,". Mr. Mar- . tin begun briskly to his stennT : -!pr. Mary Grayson.'

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To John Clark, Esq., Soap Works, Mew York, K. T.: ' : .. Dear Blr Connnnln our conversation of vn date X send you a Una to record the bat made this morning between us in re our sons, Hilary Clark and Rodney Martin respectively namely, that -if my -boy, by his own unaided efforts,'' isn't making more money at the end of a year from Nov. 1 next than your boy makes, I Py you thirty thousand dollars (H0,000) in cash; and If he Is, then you pay that sum to ma; the books of their several business eonoerns, duly audited, to be the deciding factor. Yours vary truly, . "Got that?" be added, darting a 1teen glance at Mary beneath his thick eyebrows. "Tea, Mr. Martin, said that young lady in a voice which she was evidently trying to make as colorless as possible. - "Well, what do you think of It? demanded Mr. Martin, breaking a short pause. "I think Mr. Rodney has more brains than you give him credit for," said Mary Impulsively. "Oh, you do, do you?" "Tea, sir, I do. But Isn't $30,000 a good deal of money to lose on a bet? Somebody always loses, you know. And Mr. Rodney has never had any business experience to speak of. You wouldn't have him In your own works, you know."., "Of course I wouldn't. I didn't want Rod posing there as the boss' son. interfering with the good discipline of the establishment. Besides, I didn't want them all down there to see what a nincompoop be was In business. I've got more pride than that" "Aren't you a little hard on Rodney, Mr. Martin?" asked Mary gently. "Are you a little sweet on Rodney, Miss Mary?" retorted the soap king gruffly. , "She had her head bent over her work, and he couldn't see her features during this colloquy. He would have to. carry the plummet line a. . little deeper. ...... . "Because if you are," he went on, "I warn you, you'll have to marry him for love. He'll get no money from me unless he makes good. I shall make a will leaving him only an annuity, the principal to go to charity when he has Idled himself into his grave, and I'll see to it that the annuity, isn't quite enough for two, let me tell you, let alone a family of kids. I don't propose to have him or a lot of worthless grandbrats making ducks and drakes of my money when I'm gone." "I see," said Miss Grayson. "Of course it's none of my business. Anything else, sir?" A motor bus screeching along outside came to a full stop at the corner. Mr. Martin, who bad begun to pace the room as he talked, forgetting his convenient or inconvenient gout, lingered at the window and saw two women alight and stand talking Indefinitely on the sidewalk. In one of the window panes where the curtains darkened it and made a mirror be could, see Mary's- pretty head drooping a little, giving her body a suddenly pensive air as she gazed abstractedly into the dying fire. He turned and spoke again and was pleased to see that she started Involuntarily. "Would you mind ringing for Johnson, my dear?" he asked, more pleasantly. Mary rose and pressed the button and then sat down again as before. Johnson came presently and obediently replenished the fire, while Cyrus Martin twiddled his keys and small change in his trousers pockets. When Johnson's stiff back had disappeared through the doorway he began again on another tack. "Look here, Mary," he demanded in a franker tone, "I want your help. Tou can help me if you will, and if you benefit by it yourself, why so much the better. Pitch in and, catch Rodney if you want him. I should be glad of It. Only there would be one condition." Beneath this direct attack the girl did finally blush a little. She gathered herself together, again, however, and folded up hep book by : way of recapturing her composure. "Why, Mr. Martin," she said, "what an idea!" "Why Is it such an idea? Is there nothing to attract a young fellow and a good looking girl like you to each other? You're too modest, Miss Mary." "I'm not a judge of that, Mr. Martin," said Mary. "Oh, yes, you are!" retorted her employer. "And I'm not so sure you're not quite willing myself." "But I think you're very unkind to me," protested Mary, taking another cue. "You appeal to my woman's curiosity. Supposing, for the sake of argument, that your son and I are madly in love with each other, what are your conditions?" "Well." said her employer. "I tell you frankly I don't want to lose that $30,000 to John Clark, and I do want to stir Rodney up. He needs an Incentive, and I've been ransacking my brains to find the right one. And I think I've found it. I think it's you." "I. Mr. Martin? Do you really think so?" she expostulated demurely. "Yes, I do really think so. Miss Grayson," he mimicked. "Don't you think it's just perversity?" persisted Mary. "Do you think Rodney would really care about me if he could have me just for the asking? I don't see how I can help you at all." "Oh. yes. you can! And I'll tell you just how," went on Old Martin trenchantly. "I want Rodney to work for his money and his wife together. I'm going to turn him out of nere" - "Turn him out, Mr. Martin? ..Whatever do you mean?" "Just what I say turn him out, throw him overboard. Didn't you ever hear of the old admiral who taught his children to swim by throwing them over'vjosd?' The girls as well as the Doj-s. It they didn't drowntLey swJrm, he said. But they usually swam." "But they might have drowned," objected Mary, with a pretty shudder. "No," said old Cyrus, with a villain's chuckle. "I've got it- all doped out I'll' turn him out fight e'riough. I'll find n oodexense for It. fro rnd

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here, Mary, has . Rodney proposed to you yet?"',. 'i ' "Well, really, Mr. Martin," stammered the secretary, "do you really think" "Well, , the next time .he proposes you're to accept him. , See? You're to tell him you'll have him If his father consents, and then . send him to ask me. That'll be my big scene.' -"You'll say yes you'll refuse?" stuttered Mary, showing some, concern In the success of the plot, despite her efforts to be detached and businesslike. ; - - "-o ' "Consent? No! That's my cue for turning him out of my house forever," roared the stage father, working himself up Into quite an advanced condition of parental fury: "Let him marry a typewriter? (Don't let that hurt your feelings, my dear.) Let some designing woman get her hands on him' for a rich man's son? (Business of indignation, my dear.) I'll turn him down and out in proper fashion. Upon my word I feel like doing it this minute." ' "But there's one chance you've overlooked. Mr. Martin," resumed Mary, pursing her pretty mouth Blightly at the corners. "What's that?" "That he may not propose to me again I mean at all," she corrected. "Well, then. Ill disinherit him for sure," roared the soap king. "Now, be off with you, too, before I lose my temper." ' But as Mary turned to go he called after -her again (what a flat, pretty back she had. he thought, subconsciously, as he watched her lay berhand on the doorknob): "No, don't go yet. There's one thing more. We must make a bona fide deal

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"I think you're very unkind to me." of this things You want to hear my terms, of course, don't you?" "Your terms?" "Yes, terms, and here they are. You needn't expect anything better. I'll pay you $2,500 down if you turn the trick. Twenty-five hundred dollars'. You could use it, I suppose, couldn't you?" At these "terms" Mary turned all the way round and leaned her pretty back against the dark mahogany door, her figure in its gray dress prettily outlined against it and her hand still clinging to the cut glass knob". Twenty-five hundred dollars from Mr. Martin! Her face and eyes, if not her lips., repeated the fat and racy words. But could she? fluttered from her pretty eyes. And yet she would, said the set mouth and chin. But no. she couldn't, said her shell-like ears, blushing as pink as coral. But yes; why not, said the firm mouth at last, and Mr. Cyrus Martin, watching this delicate byplay across her lovely features, that found more favor in his sight than ever this minute, despite his gruff demeanor, knew that the fates were playing on his side. "Very well. Mr. Martin." snid Mary Grayson finally. "It's a bargain then." "A bargain," said old Cyrus, chuckling inwardly, and rubbing his hands together like an old fashioned actor doing the part of Shylock. "Come here, and I'll give you my blessing." He stooped and kissed her respectfully on her white forehead and could not resist the temptation to let his hand linger a moment on the firm roundness of her upper arm and shoulder before he released her. "A bargain." he resumed, with suddenly returning gruffness. "So now go to it." Rodney Martin himself, as luck would have It, opened the front door with his pass key and came in just as Mary was descending into the lower hall from bis father's library. "Mary," he exclaimed delightedly, "you here? What in thunder's the matter with Johnson?" "One question at a time, please," said Mary, "collecting herself as rapidly as possible. "What's Johnson got to do with it?" "Why, I left my telephone numbers with him" explained Rodney "so, be could call me up the very moment you came in." "You sound like a doctor going to the theater," said Mary. " " "Same principle," echoed Rodney; "S O S, C Q D and alLthe rest of it Safety first, .you know. - ... Mary parried and fenced as best she could. This was going to be a somewhat earlier opportunity of. putting through their ' scheme . than she bad - " fTo Be Contiud.1

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- Requests for the address of Mary Plckford have come to the office. Address letters to 270 Riverside Drive, New York. Lottie was sent along to take care of and understudy me when at seven and eight we had to leave our mother and Jack for a tour on the road. I shudder when I look back on our experience, lonely, timid and frightened children. There were the clang and noise of the new cities we were bustled into and the indifference of the companies, who did not care to bother about a couple of scary-eyed theatrical children. . On those long nights, in cheap, dingy rooms of strange hotels. Lottie and I would huddle In bed to keep warm and then we would write our letters home. Mother showed me one the other day, taking it out of her treasure box. It read: "Darting Mamma: We are very lonesome for you and Jack, but everybody is good to us. We have a nice, warm room. We have nice things to eat. Lottie and I are not scared a bit. We never cry. We laugh a lot. Wo pray, too. We only cry when we read your letters. Thank you, mamma, dearest, for the coats. I say that mine is the prettiest. Lottie 6ays that her's is. So, you see, we are both satisfied and happy. Good-by mamma, darling, and Jack. "Mary and Lottie." And so our mother never knew how much we children suffered. That has always been the spirit of our family to shoulder our own crosses . Dear mother, if she had known her heart would have broken! An Impatient Understudy. Lottie at seven was a mischievous, fun-loving youngster whom the terrors of travel did not always subdue. After helping me to dress for each performance, she stood in the wings and went through my part, always eager for the opportunity to take my place. "It's no fun to be an understudy to any one as healthy as you," Lottie would say to me tearfully. . VMary aren't you ever going to get sick?" Of course I sympathized with her, but in soite of draughts, not enough to eat at times, long hours, sleepless) nights and the change of climate 1 1 persisted in keeping well and strong, j Lottie grew more and more discour-; lged. The first thing she would ask me as she hopped out of bed in the morning was, "Do you think you will be well enough to work this afternoon, Mary?" I took a long breath into my lungs, looked at myself. In the mirror, rubbed my hands across my stomach and always replied, as sympathetically as I could. "I can't seem to find a thing the matter with me, Lottie, dear." "It's no use," as she sat down on the edge of the trunk dejected. "No one will ever believe I'm an actress. They'll think all I know how to do is j to button dresses and keep your shoes j polished. ' I want to go home to my mother." A Scheme That Worked. It was really a very sad state of affairs and I decided to speak to the manager about it in Lottie's favor. J But before I had a chance Ixttie took j matters into her own hands. That afternoon she was dressing me in a rush, for the bell had rung for. the curtain and there was danger of my being late for my cues. One of my stockings was missing and nowhere to be found. I heard them calling me from the wings, and I was terrified. "Here it is!" squealed Lottie, diving under the couch. I grabbed it out of her hands, my teeth chattering with nervousness as I slipped my toes into it. At the bottom of the stocking my foot touched something that wiggled and squired and clutched hold of my toes. I Bcreamed at the top of my ; lungs and hurled the stocking across j the room. "What is it? What is it?" several!

cried as they rushed into the dressing ; i room. The stage manager came lnfi

and, livid with rage, he dragged me j out. "They have been waiting for you five minutes, young lady." And his voice was anything but pleasant. I was whirled into the scene, and in my bare feet I went through my Owes Her Good Health to Chamberlain's Tablets. "I owe my good health to Chamberlain's Tablets," writes Mrs. R. G. Neff, Crookston. Ohio. "Two years ago 1 was an invalid due to stomach trouble. I took three bottles of these Tablets and have since been in the best of health." Obtainable everywhere. adv. GET A MODEL BUILDER For the Boy This Year 50c to $25.00 BARTEL & ROHE ARE YOUR HOUSEHOLD GOODS INSURED? ... If not. phone -us and we will see that you. are given proper ,-jrctection. . . . '.1 Dougan, Jenkins & Co. Phone 1330. " : " Cor. Eigh' and Mam Sts. .

part. After it was over. I flew to my dressing room. Lottie was there looking at me sheepishly out of the corner of her eyes. "The stage manager said I was to do your part tonight," she began timidly. "He has to punish you for being late, you know." "What was it you put in my stocking, you bad girl?" I demanded, stamping my fpot. Lottie edged nearer to the door. "Look! I saved him for you. He's in the bottle on the window sill." I shuddered as I looked at him, the most villianous-looking beetle I had ever seen. "You wicked little thing," I cried.

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myself. A beetle In my stocking wasn't half so bad as being sick, and after all, It wasnt fair that' I should play the part all the time when Lottie' was Just as clever as I. So that night It was I who' dressed Lottie and watched her form the wings and the audience liked .her, too, I think better than they did me. - Answers to Correspondents. Clara L. McD., Norwalk. - - Conn., Your telling me that you put a mild solution of belladonna into your eyes to make them look brighter shocked me. Of course, we never do such things, and whoever told you was in the wrong. They must have said boracic acid. We bathe our eyes In that often to rest them after being In the sun all day. Before you realize it you will have some serious eye trouble." Catherine Powers, New Haven, Conn.: I shall write an article on my favorite books I have so many. REV. STOVALL TO SPEAK ON "GIRLS OF THE BIBLE" "Some Girls of the Bible" will be the subject of the Rev. W. O. Stovall in a sermon especially for girls at the service of the First Baptist church Sunday morning. The girls of the Sunday school have been invited to this service. This Is the second of a series of sermons to the young people of the Snuday school. The first one was for boys on "Some Boys of the Bible.'

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