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So you're sure you couldn't tell anything what he might have thought about it, then?" "Not a thing in the world. I've told you all I know, Virg." "I guess so, I guess so," Adams said, mournfully. "I feel mighty obliged to you, Charley Lohr; mighty obliged. Good-night to you." And he departed, sighing in perplexity.
Albert Lohr was studying the motion of the ropes and lamps, and listening to the rumble of the wheels and the roar of the ferocious wind against the pane of glass that his head touched. It was the midnight train from Marion rushing toward Warsaw like some savage thing unchained, creaking, shrieking, and clattering through the wild storm which possessed the whole Mississippi Valley.
Didn't you say they'd been suspecting him for some time back? Didn't you say they'd been watching him and were just about fixing to arrest him?" "Yes, I know," said Lohr; "but you can't tell, especially if you raise the money and pay it back." "Every cent!" Adams vociferated. "Every last penny! I can raise it I GOT to raise it! I'm going to put a loan on my factory to-morrow.
Lohr, "what other conclusion did you leave me to jump at?" Her husband explained with a little heat: "People can have a sickness that AFFECTS their mind, can't they? Their mind can get some affected without bein' LOST, can't it?" "Then you mean the poor man's mind does seem affected?" "Why, no; I'd scarcely go as far as that," Lohr said, inconsistently, and declined to be more definite.
"Let me put it in," cried Hartley, springing up. "Excuse me. My name is Hartley, book agent: Blaine's 'Twenty Years, plain cloth, sprinkled edges, three dollars; half calf, three fifty. This is my friend Mr. Lohr, of Marion; German extraction, soph at the university." The girl bowed and smiled, and pushed by him toward the door of the parlor.
Lohr, of Marion; German extraction, soph at the university." The girl bowed and smiled, and pushed by him toward the door of the parlor. Hartley followed her in, and Bert could hear them rattling away at the stove. "Won't you sit down and play for us?" asked Hartley, after they returned to the sitting-room. The persuasive music of the book agent was in his fine voice. "Oh no!
He'll be over here again Monday." "Did he say he would?" "No," said Lohr. "But he will. You'll see. He'll be over to find out what the big boss says when I give him this letter. Expect I'd be kind of anxious, myself, if I was him." "Why would you? What's Mr. Adams doing to be so anxious about?"
"I guess you better write to his folks." "No; don't do that," he said, opening his eyes; "it will only do them harm an' me no good. I'll be all right in a few days. You needn't waste your time on me; Hartley'll wait on me." "Mr. Lohr, how can you say such cruel " "Don't mind him now," said Mrs. Welsh. "I'm his mother now, and he's goin' to do just as I tell him to ain't you, Albert?"
Lohr had removed the dinner dishes to her "kitchenette"; but Lohr had little information to give his caller. "He didn't say a word, Virgil; nary a word. I took it into his office and handed it to him, and he just sat and read it; that's all.
Lohr, myself," she said, adding in explanation to Russell, as she reached the door, "He's an old friend of my husband's and it's a very long time since he's been here."
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