Casper Daily Tribune Newspaper, January 13, 1917, Page 2

ee De al 4 es THE CASPER DAILY TRIBUNE ROMANCE Copynghe, 1910, by Aéslande M Haghes SYNOPSIS. Pierpont Stafford, banker and ra magnate, with daughter, Gioria Beach. Gloria ix young lady who straining hand of she repeatedly es ca ere cause young ah id | ove with hi She st 90m at night an > surf, where « Jost in the evergl. hands of the Indians rescued and retu her fatt had offered a reward for her ret ria falis in love with her rescuer, Five years later she leaves sche meets Freneau at the theater t tention having been ed with her sister-in-law he has forgotten Gloria FOURTH EPISODE Gloria went as if blindfolded through the glittering throngs in the corridor of the Metropolitan. It was a cruel humiliation to her young heart not even to be recognized by the man she had waited for through five ete nal years, the man she had Ic considered herself engaged to all that time. Put Freneau was not long in finding out his mistake. Gloria had run away from her father to run to Freneau, only to run away from him in turn Old Stafford, looking for Gloria, en countered Freneau, shook him warmly by the hand and asked: “Have you seen my daughter?” Then he realized with a shock that the man Freneau was engaged to his daughter, and that the respite of five years was up. The mortg Gloria’s heart was due glowered at the handsome enemy of his happiness But Freneau had suddenly realized that Glorta Gloria He made haste to pursue her. He caught her just as she paused at the door of the Stafford box and put up her absurdly small handkerchief to catch the ab surdly large tears as they escaped over her pink petal cheeks. Freneau deftly turned into a compliment: “Miss Stafford—Gloria! I was so dazzled when [ saw you that I couldn't speak. You were tremendously pret ty as a—anas a kid; but now, with your hair up and all this grandeur on, you're—you're a goddess. And you're mine, aren't you? You're still mine!” His impetuous charge staggered her, but she was too deeply hurt to for- give him at once. She shook her head dolefully and punished him with sorrow rather than with anger. In apite of all he could say she slipped fnto the box, closed the door almost on his fingers and vanished He cursed his stupidity and turned away He joined a group of men seated In a box, among them his part- mer, Frank Mulry, who was beaming iike a full moon wrapped up in broad- cloth and white linen. Freneau began peering about the house through his on rd young ge was his slight tHe Lost No Time in Preambles. opera glass. He fastened them on Gloria where she sat brooding bitterly. The first great meeting with her lover had failed to live up to the dreams abe had been cherishing for five years. , Ser father leaned over and tried to interest her in the opera, “*‘Boris Godunow’ is my favorite ‘opera,” he said, “and Amato is in splendid form tonight.” But Gloria hardly heard the sonor- ous orchestra or the thundering chorus. The music was little more to her than a loud wind blowing avout her the ashes of her dead romance. By and by the opera glasses went roving idly along the boxes. They suddenty brought Freneau before her withajump. He seemed very near and the lenses of his opera glasses were like eyes staring into her own. She could not help smiling back into his appealing smile. Indeed, when he be- gan to signal her to meet him in the eorridor she was tempted to consent. Wo the girl just out of school that would be a frightful adventure, more ‘exciting than ber wanderings in the Hy Tiand Mrs. Rupert Hughes — Novelized from the Motion Picture Play of the same name by George Kleine. evergiades and her capture by the Seminoles | She shook her head at Freneau and turned to see what her father thought of her flirtatiousness. She saw wh he liked so much. | He had never slept better. Now with | her chaperon gone to Dreamland, it} looked to Gloria as if Providence meant that she should pursue the ad- venture. She did not know that Lois Stafford, “Boris Godunow”" | seated in David's box, was taking in| these wireless signals from one side | of the horseshoe to the other. She did not see how fais glowered at Freneau's alluring grin; how fle y she frowned when F au rose left the box, and how frantic she when Gloria arose and left hers. Fo Gloria, seeing Fren £0, hesitated only a moment, then rose ¢ stole away, too, leaving her father tn a peacefui slumber which all the clam ors of the Russian opera could not disturb Outside the Stafford door Freneau waited in ambush. He was rewarde by the appearance of Gle He was so delighted that when she asked him why he had motioned to her to meet him he could think of nothir better to say than “I thought you might be hungry. There's the buffet upstairs.” Gloria smiled and understood and accepted the challenge. She said she j was famished. The corridors and the | messive stairway were empty at this |time and they scampered up to the | eshment room like children oria was enchanted by the array of cakes and oecame in the presence of the yked her | fin at the r | “Give me this one of | these, two of those chocolate Jand pigtache {ce cream—and some lemonade.’ Love had evidently not ruined her young appetite. Freneau led her to a table and they began to renew old acquaintance. She renewed her five-year-old expression of gratitude to him for rescuing her from the Indians, and he had neither the courage nor the honesty to admit that it waa not he but Dr. Royce who had fought the chief to a Hestill Freneau and Gloria had many things to discuss, but he did not tell her all the mischief he had noup to in the five years’ test That went with- out saying. They did not know that the room filled up with a chattering mob when the curtain went , hor | that the chattering mob disappeared when the curtain went up again Gloria prattled on, munching her cakes and ice and sipping her lemon ade. Suddenly she felt her ear seized in a familiar grasp. Her father had | wakened with a start when the or- chestra quit playing. He had blinked about in the sudden bright lights and missed his daughter. She was lost in the mazes of the opera house He was tempted to offer a reward for her, as he had when she decamped into the everglades He decided to search first for her himself. He found the estray in the | deserted buffet, spooning up the last of her ice cream and the best of Fre- neau's flatteries. He dragged her out of heaven. She fought him all the way down the stairs, but he would not let her go. He would not let Freneau come near. At the next intermission her father tagged along like a younger brother. Before she could get to Freneau her sister-in-law, Lois, captured him. Lois rebuked Freneau for his attentions to Gloria, and reminded him of his oaths of fidelity to her own unfaithful self. He made light of his interest in Gloria and was avowing his devotion to Lois when her husband appeared at their elbows. They masked their confusion as best they could and Freneau saun- tered away. David glowered after him and glared at his wife. He had not forgotten that Freneau had been his rival for Lois’ fickle heart before they were married. He did not dream | how deeply she was involved with Freneau now; but the first seed of suspicion was sown. Lois’ father, Judge Freeman, had not forgotten Lots’ early infatuation for the young broker, who had a gift of making women reckless. He saw how David was miffed. He saw also how Gloria tried to reach Freneau, only to lose him in the crowd. The fudge was trained in observine human nature. He even ventured to speak to Gloria. “I wouldn't think too much of that Freneau fellow if I were you, Gloria.’ “But you aren't me, are you, judge?” Gloria answered {mpudently, and the fudge retired, mumbling: “No! I'll have to admit that.” Then Pierpont came up and com- pelled Gloria to go back and Hsten to mere opera, when she wcnoted to hear Freneau’s glorious voice When the last curtain fell and the multitude | ing quickly, and taking the invitation | hoped to a | to sending out the invitations for the foded the corridors she did not get a glimpse of him. Her father kept watch over her and Gloria went home amazed at the cantankerous meddle- someness of paretits in love affairs. She told her father that he ought | to be in better business than playing the demon chaperon, but he only 8 ed. She was all he had and he wanted to keep her to the last mo- ment. He wanted also to make some investigation of Freneau's behavior and his reliability as a son-in-law. He had heard but little about him, but that little was not good “2. The next day a rescuer appeared in unexpected guise. .Her aunt, the great Hortensia Stafford, called to see her, ! raved over her beauty and hailed her as a graduate from the ranks of girl- dom. “You must have a coming-out par- ty she said, “and take up the duties of womanhood.” Plerpont violently insisted that Gloria was only a child. But he was only a father and merely a brother to Hortensia, so she waved him aside as a nuisance. Gloria embraced her fervently and thought her an angel. She changed her mind when {t came debut, for Aunt Hortensia was a stick- ler for social selectness and she loved to blue-pencil doubtful names Gloria made out a Ist of those she wanted There were dozens of girl friends and a few young men she had | known from baby-carriage days. She wrote among these the name Richard Freneau with loving flourishes. Aunt Hortensia ran him through with one straight thrust of her deadly blue pencil. Gloria protested, but Horten- sia ans ‘ed “I don't know him. I don't wish to know him. You have no time to know him. Who is he?” When Gloria started to tell her she would not listen, and Plerpont had one from Freneau's hané, he slapped him | on the back and said: “The main thing is that she thinks you saved her, so it’s her turn to save you. Marry her quick! We can bor- row a big wad on your father-in-law’s me. Freneau saw the point and prom- ised. His triumphant smile did not last long. His mind shifted meé back and forth like a shuttlecock, weighing all the chances with Lois. What a double-dyed fool he had been to flirt with Gloria's sis- ter-in-law! How very careless of him! She might spoil everything. She would be bound to see and know something of his courtship. He t sure he could win Gloria over again as he had won her heart five years before, provided he could still p in the ght of a courageous and hful suitor, But Lois must be} kept from ruining everything. His} best chance lay in speed, he thought, | and his ability to keep Lois quiet. | His face cleared and his most charming smile was turned to Mulry. | “All right. We'll marry her.” “ee | There was his a ' Standing at the head of the famous Stafford stair, in line with her aunt, her girl friends, and Lois, was the most exquisite debutante of the sea-| son. Aunt Hortensia had seen many | in her long life, but she heaved a polite sigh of great pride and | entment as she glanced over the us young figure at her side. s Stafford had insisted that sim- plicity be the keynote of her niece's attire at this afternoon reception in| her honor; but the cunning of the dressmaker had contrived to cause the appearance of simplicity over a mo omplicated study in beauty line. Yet above the wealth of fabric the joyous youth of Gloria shone forth transcendent The house was so filled with flow- ers sent by admiring friends and hope- Gloria Tried to Dodge the Gnatlike Suitors. cheerful moment. Gloria, however, would not let her lover be snubbed so arrantly She knew that argument | with this imperative relative was worse than useless, so she merely nod- | ded her head in wbedience and sat about to circumvent her, fluttering about again while her aunt returned to her own list. Gloria annexed an invitation, an envelope, and a pen, and the deed was done. An Invitation to Mr. Richard Freneau reposed in the basket with those all ready for the mail, and with elaborate innocence Gloria danced over to her ignorant relation. When that invitation was received at the office of Freneau & Mulry it seemed like a message from heaven to the almost broken brokers, The business was in fearful shape and they were about ready to close up shop unless some miracle should oc- cur to tide them over. Mulry had been pacing the floor, discussing ways and means; Freneau was disgustedly beating a tattoo on the desk, when the office boy entered with the mail.. On the top lay the large envelope. Opening it, Freneau read that Mr. Pierpont Stafford and Miss Gloria Stafford requested the pleasure of his company at a debut dance on, a certain afternoon. Freneau proudly showed it to Mulry. Mulry blew a long whistle and said: “What right have you got to get this?” “T saved her life,” Freneau replied. Mulry laughed, “Ah, go on.” When Freneau told him his version of the story, vividly describing how little Gloria had been lost in the everglades of Florida and taken prisoner by a tribe of Seminoles, and how Freneau | had tracked her through the wilder- ness and saved her from the young chief who was determined to make the girl his squaw, Freneau’s language had all the vividness that only fiction achieves. But Mulry still laughed: “You never saved a kitten from a poodle.” He knew Freneau. Freneau was furious, put Mulry looked him up and down with a con- temptuous admiration. Then, sober- | clearly and distinctly, ful suitors, that the affair was like a} merrymaking in the gigantic conserv- atory. At the foot of the steps stood a footman, resplendent in powdered hair, with silk stockings, red velvet coat and kneebreeches. At the edge of the receiving line the old butler, Griggs, kept calling each guest's name so that the hostesses need not puzzle their wits over who was who. Gloria’s heart pounded proudly be- neath her chiffons. It was not half bad to be a young queen in one’s own palace and at last to be considered a real part of it. Yet as guest after guest was presented to her aunt she gave each only an instant’s gracious- ness, then her eyes went beyond and her ears strained for the magical name of her idol—Freneau. She did, indeed, give a little extra honor to one old friend. As Dr. Royce mounted the stairs Gloria ran forward from the line to gmet him specially. She presented him to her aunt, and his heart glowed warmly with Gloria’s welcome. Aunt Hortensia’s keen eyes lit up with pleasur@ as she greeted him, too, for something about the look of his eye and the grip of his hand gained her worldly wise favor. But Gloria’s affection for Royce was not love, and whgr he turned back to her for a word he found her distrait. He sighed and pnssed on to Lois, waving her little hrnd to someone in the ascending stream of guests. When Dr. Royce had shaken hands with the rest of the hostesses he saw Freneau al-eady holding Gloria’s hand. There was an expression of ownership on his fa:e, and he made no bones about inc‘dentally holding up a line of indignant guests. Royce saw the look of adoration in Gloria's coun- | now saw being taken from her. | | He Fastened Them on Gloria, he put all his contempt into his eyes whenever Freneau’s attempts to get a word alone with Gloria became too flagrantly expressive. The chase was watched also by an- other—the terrified, conscience-haunt ed wife of David. Lois had given up her peace and happiness and her re- spect of self for the prize that she She felt no repentance, but only a helpless rage. Gloria had counted on dancing the first dance with her Mr. Freneau. She was so beset with wooers that he could not reach her. He was not the only man in New York willing to make love to the heiress of the Staf- ford wealth, who was, incidentally, dowered in her own right with a beau- ty and magnetism that would have meant a fortune to any girl. Gloria tried to dodge the gnatlike suitors: “May I have this dance? The next? The one after that, then?” They followed her among the pillars about the ballroom floor. They cor- nered her at last, and Dr. Royce con- fronted her. She was about to take him in desperation when she saw Fre neau at her shoulder. He was the man of m but a sud den shyness overwhelmed her. Her betrothal to him had not yet been rati- fied again, and she was afraid to let everyone her choose him Her humid eyes caught sight of her father, who was smiling in the hope that there was security in numbers. made a dive at him and made him her beau Everybody admired her tactful choice; but Pierpont knew more about the fox trot, and he had more rheu- matism in his muscles than grace. He see |made a sorry figure in the crowd of tenance, and he burned with righteous jealousy. From *his time on through the en- tire afte-noon Royce made himself a Nemesis on the trail of Richard Fre- neau. Through the ballroom, the tea- room, ths library and conservatory Royce fellowed the Gloria-hunting man. He could not do much, but he hame Freneau a little, and dancers, and finally collapsed in Royce’s arms. Gloria giggled. “I turn him over to you, doctor.” Royce laughed till he saw that she surrendered herself to Freneau. Then he frowned. He was in a miserable dilemma. He could see that Freneau cast a spell over the young soul of Gloria, and he knew him to be un- worthy of the girl's trust. Royce knew that Freneau was a cad. He had stolen from Royce the fruits of his victory over the Indian chief. Royce had fought for Gloria and for his own life while Freneau carried her off. And now Royce wanted to save her from Freneau as he had saved her from the Seminole. But, alas! this was quite another matter, for Gloria did not want to be saved. Royce could not bring himself to declaring the truth of the matter, for he could not endure to exploit his own prowess. He knew enough of the world, too, to know that if he went to Gloria with criticism of her cava- lier, he would only add to Freneau the charm of persecution. He was in the presence of a complication of danger- ous symptoms, and he did not know how to act to prevent their developing into a plague of troubles. He could only do what he could to keep Fre- neau assured that his conquest of the young girl's heart would not be op- posed. Suddenly a careless glance at Lois gave him a start. She was in such distress that he moved to her to offer his help. She was watching Freneau dance with Gloria. She saw how con- tent they were together and her heart turned sick. But before Royce could reach her a determined youth cut in on Gloria’s dance with Freneau and dragged her from his arms for the rest of the dance. Then Freneau hur ried to Lois. Instantly Lots was better, smiling once more, for now it was she whom Freneau encircled with his arm and piloted through the skipping and glid- ing traffic on the ballroom floor. Freneau held Lois tightly and whis- pered to her honeyed Hes. He ex- plained that he had to be polite to his hostess and that Gloria was a dear child, but, of course, she was nothing to him, while Lois was all in all, And Lois believed. Bad women are, of course, bigger fools than good women; otherwise they would be wise enough to be good. But, being fools, it is not strange, perhaps, that they should be so easily fooled. They can seldom believe or disbelieve truly. The intuition upon which they so confidently rely con- stantly plays them false, and belief becomes the servant of wish. That dance over, the godlike young heart breaker betook himself again to the trail and followed the Stafford millions, She | investments than about | | behind my ponies. Gloria had had enough of the guests. She wished that they would all go home. Instead they were still pouring in. The slam of the doors of their | cars could be heard even here, as mo- tor after motor rolled up, emptied its human contents on the marble steps and rolled away What Gloria wanted now was a soli- tude for two. Freneau was more than willing. Seeing a young man coming to whom she had promised several dances and given none, Gloria fled among the crowd, motioning Freneau to follow. She led the way through the dense wilderness of the conserva- tory to a marble bench, appropriately placed at the feet of a fountain where a little old marble Cupid presided. The trysting place was evidently pop- ular, for Gloria flushed one brace of plover when she parted the branches. She did not recognize the young man and woman who scurried away, but she understood their longing for culet and would have apologized if they had lingered. But now that they were gone she smiled at Freneau and invited him to sit beside her, “This is the nearest to the ever- glades we have,” she said. He lost no time in preambles. He began Gloria, dear, I've waited five years for this moment, and I want you to know that my heart has never for one moment—” There was a rustle of palm leaves and the swish of skirts. Someone was invading their Eden. He sighed: “No hope!” Gloria whispered: “Never mind; come out to our country place tomor- row and I'll take you for a sleigh ride And I'll drive.” Freneau chuckled as he understood. Me drew closer to the delectable witch, only to,see over her shoulder the eyes of an earlier witch, It was Lois. Fearing that Gloria might see her she retreated. But Doc- tor Royce had followed, too, and he had seen Lois’ face as she watched the lovers. He understood now the fever that he had noted on her face a while before. He understood, too, that he had an ally in his battle against Freneau’s prosperity with Gloria—not an altogether desirable ally, but all allies are welcome in love or war. And this was both. (TO BE CONTINUED.) Biggest Little Dalry Country. Denmark holds the world’s record for intensive farming. After Germany had taken Schleswig-Holstein, Danish ex- perts figured that their development must come from within and they pro- ceeded to develop the arid wastes of Jutland, which have now become tre- mendous producers of agricultural and dairy products. The Danes claim that they have solved most of Europe's in- tensive farming problems and that much of German efficiency in this di- rection has been learned from them. The little kingdom is one of the great- est dairy producers of the world and its butter is exported to every part of the earth. 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But the questioner was not easily daunted. “What power car fs it?”. “What seems to be the matter?” “Well, as far as I can judge,” an- Swered the car's owner, crawling from under the wreckage, “39 of the horses have bolted and the remaining one is too upset to answer questions.”