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Charles Wrexell Allen, treasurer of the widely known Miles Standish Bicycle Company, was said to have led the cotillon in a manner that left nothing to be desired. So it was this gentleman whom the Celebrity was personating! A queer whim indeed.
"Do you remember the night she came," I asked, "and we sat with her on the Florentine porch, and Charles Wrexell recognized her and came up?" "Yes," he replied with awakened interest, "and I meant to ask you about that." "Miss Thorn had met him in the East. And I gathered from what she told me that he has followed her out here." "Shouldn't wonder," said Farrar. "Don't much blame him, do you?
From the moment his valet deposited his luggage in his rooms, Charles Wrexell Allen became the social hero of Asquith. It is by straws we are enabled to tell which way the wind is blowing, and I first noticed his partiality for Miss Trevor from the absence of the lively conflicts she was wont to have with Farrar. These ceased entirely after the Celebrity's arrival.
Charles Wrexell Allen's chair was finally awarded to a nephew of Judge Short, who could turn a story to perfection. So life at the inn settled down again to what it had been before the Celebrity came to disturb it. I had my own reasons for staying away from Mohair. More than once as I drove over to the county-seat in my buggy I had met the Celebrity on a tall tandem cart, with one of Mr.
Charles Wrexell Allen arrived at Asquith and created a sensation with the man who stole his name I should have been amply satisfied. But that Mr. Allen had been obliging enough to abscond with a large sum of money was beyond dreaming! I glanced at the rest of it: a history of the well-established company followed, with all that Mr. Allen had done for it.
From the moment his valet deposited his luggage in his rooms, Charles Wrexell Allen became the social hero of Asquith. It is by straws we are enabled to tell which way the wind is blowing, and I first noticed his partiality for Miss Trevor from the absence of the lively conflicts she was wont to have with Farrar. These ceased entirely after the Celebrity's arrival.
"Charles Wrexell Allen," cried Marian and I together. The Celebrity looked surprised. "How did you know?" he demanded. "Go on with your story," said Marian; "what did he do?" "What did he do?" said the Celebrity; "why, the blackguard stepped up and shook me by the hand, and asked after my health, and wanted to know whether I were married yet.
"Crocker," said he, at length, "there's a man here from Boston, Charles Wrexell Allen; came this morning. You know Boston. Have you ever heard of him?" "Allen," I repeated, reflecting; "no Charles Wrexell." "It is Charles Wrexell, I think," said Farrar, as though the matter were trivial. "However, we can go into the register and make sure." "What about him?" I asked, not feeling inclined to stir.
"Ye come from Bear Island, Mr. Crocker?" he inquired. I replied in the affirmative. "I hope it's news I'm telling you," he said soberly; "I'm hoping it's news when I say that I'm here for Mr. Charles Wrexell Allen, that's the gentleman's name. He's after taking a hundred thousand dollars away from Boston." Then he turned to Mr. Cooke.
"Fenelon," said his wife, "you must remember you have never yet entertained a guest of a larcenous character. No embezzlers up to the present. Marian," she continued, turning to Miss Thorn, "you spoke as if you might, be able to throw some light upon this matter. Do you know whether this gentleman is Charles Wrexell Allen, or whether he is the author? In short, do you know who he is?"
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