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"Wonder
what an
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about?"
“ p THY, oh, why do my people
YY send out'Special Offer' letters
broadcast to a lot of dealers, when I
could do so much better for them?
e Think of the time lost before they
will have replies enough to know if
the sale is a successl—of the letters
that won't receive proper attention!
—of the unnecessary expense in
that big List
" They 'd do better to put me in
ehsrge of their 'Special Offer Cam-
paigns.' I'm the boy that gets an
immediate decision.
"1n two hours, by Long Distance
I've often sold 60% of a Special
Sale stock to a few merchants --and
a letter to a small list fel/ing of that
fact soon disposed of the remainder.
"I can prove that getting quick
decisions on important policies by
Long Distance le the most eeonom-
leal in the long rem."
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J. Connolly, Goderlch - - President
Jas. Evans, Beechwood, vice-president
D. F. McGregor, Seaforth, Sec.-Treas.
AGENTS:
Alex. Voeitch, R. R. No. 1, Clinton;
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couldn't have put her into your bed
I suppose."
"Not very handily, Mr. Smart," he
said in an injured voice. "One of
her sons occupied my bed. Of course
it was all right, because I didn't in-
tend to go to bed, as it happened.
The older son went upstairs with the
Countess. She gave up her bed to him
and then she and I sat up all night
in the study waiting for a telephone
message from you. The younger son
explained a good many things to us
that his mother absolutely refused to
discuss, she was so mad when she
got here. It seems she took it into
her head at the last minute to char-
ter a special train, but forgot to not-
ify us of the switch in the plans. She
travelled by the regular train from
Paris to some place along the line,
where she got out and waited for the
special which was following along
behind, straight through from Paris,
too. A woeful waste of money, it
seemed to me. Her idea was to throw
a couple of plain -clothes men off the
track, and, by George, sir, she suc-
ceeded. They thought she was chang-
ing from a train to. some place in
Switzerland, and went off to watch the
other station. Then she sneaked a-
oard the special, which was chart-
ered clear through to Vienna. See
how clever she is? If they followed
on the next train, or telegraphed it
would naturally be to Vienna. She
got off at this place and—well, we
have her with us, sir, as snug as a
bug in a rug."
"W'hat is she like, Fred ?"I inquir-
ed. I confess that I hung on his re-
ply.
I have never seen a wet hen, but
I should say, on a guess, that she's
a good bit like one. Perhaps when
she's thoroughly dried out she may
not be so bad, but—" He drew a
long, deep breath. "But, upon my
word of honour, she was the limit
last night. Of course one couldn't
expect her to be exactly gracious with
her hair plastered over her face and
her hat spoiled and her clothes soak-
ed, but there was really no excuse
for some of the things she said to
me. I shall overlook them for your
sake and for the 'Countess's." He
was painfully red in the face.
"The conditions, Fred," I said,
"were scarcely conducive tel polite
persiflage."
"But, hang it all, I was as wet as
she was," he exploded, so violently
that I knew his soul must have been
tried to the utmost.
"We must try to make the best
of it," 1 said. 'It will not be for
long." The thought of it somehow
sent my heart back to its lowest
level.
He was glum and silent for a few
minutes. Then he said, as if "the
thought had been on his mind for
some hours; "She isn't a day over
forty-five. It doesn't seem possible,
with a six-foot son twenty-six years
old."
Grimly I explained. "They marry
quite young when it's for money,
Fred."
I suppose that's it," he sighed. "I
fancy she's handsome, too, when she
hasn't been rained upon."
We were half way up the slope
when he announced nervously that
all of my dry clothing was in the
closet off my bedroom and could not
be got at under any circumstance.
"But," he said, "1 have laid out
my best frock coat and trousers for
you, and a complete change of linen.
You are quite welcome to anything
I possess, Mr. Smart. I think if you
take a couple of rolls at the bottom
of the trousers, they'll he presentable.
The coat may be a little long for
you, but
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"To.- make the story short, The
TRW, end her eons were over Alban
with absiolutely'no mecum of crossi
the river. There were no boatmen
the ferry had stopped, and they w
huddled under" the eaves of the whorf
building, Everything was closed and
locked -rip for the night. The nigh
watchman and a policeman lit the pi
lamps for them, but that's as far ae
they'd go. It took two trips over to
fetch the whole party across, Rain
ing pitchforks all the time, you un
derstand. Mrs. Titus was foamin
at the mouth because you don't o
a yacht or at least a launch with
canopy top, or a limousine' body, o
something of the sort. •
didn't have much of a chance
converse with her. The Counter
tried to get her upstairs in the eas
wing but he wouldn't climb anothe
step. I forgot to mention that th
windlass was out of order and she
had to climb the hill in mud si
inches deep. The Sohmicks carried
her the last half of the distance. She
insisted on sleeping in the hall or th
atudy,—anywhere but upstairs. I as
sumed the responsibility of puttin
her in your bed, sir. It was either
that or—"
I broke in sarcastically; "You
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Blatchford felt of my coat Sleeve and
bold me that I orae quite wet;hawker
had two large, steaming todies wait-
ing for us in the vestibule, appar-
ently fearing that we could get no
farther without the aid of a stimu-
lant. But there was no sign of a
single Titus.
Later I ventured forth in Poopen-
dyke's best euit of clothes—the one
he uses when he passes the plate on
Sundays in far -away Yonkers. It
smelled of moth -balls, but it was
gloriously dry, so why carp! We
sneaked down the corridor past my
own bedroom door and stole into the
study.
Just inside the door, I stopped in
amazement. The Countess was sound
asleep in my big armchair, a forlorn
but lovely thing in a pink peignoir.
Her rumpled brown hair nestled in
the angle of the chair; her hands
drooped !listlessly at her sides; dark
lashes lay upon the soft white cheeks;
her lips were parted ever so slightly,
and her bosom rose and fell in the
long swell of perfect repose.
Poopendyke clutched me by the
arm and drew me toward the door,
or I might have stood there trans-
fixed for heaven knows how long.
"She's asleep,” he whispered.
It was the second time in twelve
hours that some one had intimated
that I was blind.
CHAPTER XVI
I Indulged In Plain Language.
The door creaked villainously. The
gaunt, ecclesiastical tails of my bor-
rowed frock coat were on the verge
of being safely outside with me when
she cried out. Whereupon I swiftly
transposed myself, and stuck my
head through the half -open door.
"Oh, it's you!" she cried, in a
quavery voice. She was leaning for-
ward in the chair, her eyes wide open
and eager.
I advanced into the room. A look
of doubt sprang into her face. She
stared for a moment and then rather
piteously rubbed her eyes.
"Yes, it is I," said I, spreading my
arms in such a way that my hands
emerged from the confines of Poop-
endyke's sleeves. (Upon my word, I
had no idea that he was so much
longer than II) "It is still 1, Count-
ess, despite •the shrinkage."
"The shrinkage?" she murmured,
slowly sliding out of the chair. As
she unbent her cramped leg, she made
a little grimace of pain, but smiled
as she limped toward me, her hand
extended.
"Yes, I always shrink when I get
wet," I explained, restoring to face-
tiousness.
Then I bent over her hand and
kissed it. As I neglected to release
it at once, the cuff of Poopendyke's
best coat slid down over our two
hands, completely enveloping them.
It was too much for me to stand. I
squeezed her hand with painful fer-
vour, and then released it in trepida-
tion.
"Poopendyke goes to church in it,"
I said vaguely, leaving her to guess
what it was that Poopendyke went
to church in, or, perhaps, knowing
what I meant, how I happened to
be in it for the time being. "You've
been crying!"
Her eyes were red and suspiciously
moist.
As she met my concerned gaze, a
wavering, whimsical smile crept in-
to her face.
It has been a disgustingly wet
night," she said. "Oh, you don't
know how happy I am to see you
standing here once more, safe and
sound, and—and amiable. I expect-
ed you to glower and growl and—"
"On a bright, glorious,, sunshiny
morning like this?" I cried, "Never!
I prefer to be graciously refulgent.
Our troubles are behind us."
"How good you are," After a
moment's careful scrutiny of my face
"I can see the traces of very black
thoughts, Mr. Smart,—and recent
ones.'"
"They were black until I same in-
to this room," I confessed. "Now
they are rose -tinted."
She bent her slender body a little
toward me and the red seemed to
leap back into her lips as if propelled
by magic. Resolutely I put my awk-
ward, ungainly arms behind my back
and straightened my figure. I was
curiously impressed by the discovery
that I was very, very tall and she
very much smaller than my memory
recorded. Of course, I had no means
of knowing that she was in bedroom
slippers and not in the customary
high -heeled boots that gave her an
inch and a half of false stature.
"Your mother is here," I remark-
ed hurriedly.
She glanced toward my bedroom
door.
"Oh, what a night!" she sighed. "I
did all that I could to keep her out
of your bed. It was uaelese. I did
cry, Mr. Smart. I know you must
hate all of us."
I laughed. -'Love thy neighbor
as thyself,' " I quoted. "You are my
neighbor, Countess; don't forget that.
And it so happens that your mother
is also my neighbor at present, and
your brothers too. Have (you any
cousins and aunts?"
"1 can't understand how any one
can be so good-natured !s you," she
sighed.
The crown of her head was on a
level with my shoulder. Her eyes
were lowered; a faint line of distress
grew between them. For a minute I
stared down at the brown crest of
her head, an almos ungovernable
impulse pounding a ay at my sense
of discretion. I do ake credit unto
myself for being s ong enough to
resist. that opportunity to make an
everlasting idiot of myself. I knew,
even then, that if similar attack
ever came upon mel again I should
not he able to withstand it. It was
too much to expect of mortal man.
Angels might aarvive the test, but
not wingless man.
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All this time she wee staring rather
pensively at the second button from
the top of Poopendyke's coat, and so
prolonged and earnest was her gaze
that, I,looked down in some concern,
at the same time permitting myself
to make a nervous, jerky and quite
involuntary digital ,.examination of
the aforesaid button. She looked up
with a nervous little .laugh.
"I shall have to sew one on right
there for poor Mr. Poopendyke," she
said, poking her finger into the empty
buttonhole. "You dear bachelors!"
Then she turned swiftly away from
me, and glided over to the big arm-
chair, from the depths of which she
fished a small velvet bag. Looking
over her shoulder, she smiled at me.
"Please look the other way," she
said. Without waiting for me to do
so, she took out a little gold box, a
powder puff, and a stack of liprouge.
Crossing to the small Florentine mor-
rir that bung near my desk, she
proceeded, before my startled eyes,
to repair the slight—arid to me un-
noticeable—damage that had been
done to her complexion before the
sun came up.
Woman works in a mysterious way
my friend, her wonders to perform,"
she paraphrased calmly.
"No matter how transcendently
beautiful woman may/be, she always
does that sort of thing to herself,
I take it," said I.
"She does," said the' Countess with
conviction. She surveyed herself
critically. "There! And now I am
ready to accept an invitation to
breakfast. I am disgustingly hun-
gr"And so am I!" I cried with en-
thusiasm. "Hurray! You Shall eat
Poopendyke's breakfast, just to pen-
alise him for failing in his duties as
host during my unavdlidahle—"
"Quite impossible," •§he said. "He
has already eaten it."
"He has?"
"At half -past six, I, believe. He
announced at that ungodly hour that
if he couldn't have his coffee the first
thing in the morning he would be in
for a headache all day. He suggest-
ed that I take a little nap and have
breakfast with you—if you succeed-
ed in surviving the- night."
"Oh, I see," said I slowly. "He
knew all the time that you were nap-
ping in that chair, eh?"
"You shall not scold him!"
"I shall do even worse than that.
I shall pension him for life."
She appeared thoughtful. A little
frown of annoyance clouded her brow.
"He promised faithfully to arouse
me the instant you were sighted on
the opposite side of the river. I made
him stand in the window with a field
glass. No, on second thought, I
shall scold ht,e. If he had come to
the door and shouted, you wouldn't
have caught me in this odious dress-
ing -gown. Helene—"
7t is most fascinating," I cried.
"Adorable! I love flimsy, pink
things. They're so intimate. And
Poopendyke knows it, bless his in-
genuous old soul."
I surprised a queer little gleans of
inquiry in her eyes. It flickered for a
second and died out.
"Do you really consider him an
ingenuous old soul?" she asked. And
I thought there was something ra-
tller metallic in her voice. I might
have replied with intelligence if she
had given me a chance,' but for some
reason she chose to drop the subject.
"You must be famished, and I am
dying to hear about your experiences.
You must not omit a single detail.
I—„
There came a gentle dihcreet knock-
ing on the half -open door. I started,
somewhat guiltily.
"Come!"
Blatchford poked his irreproach-
able visage through the aperture and
then gravely swung the door wide
open.
"Breakfast is served, sir,—your
ladyship. I beg pardon."
I haveseen him
a never stand so
faultlessly rigid. As we passed him
on the way out a mean desire came
over me to tread on his toes, just as
an experiment. I wondered if he
would change eepression." But some-
how I felt that he would say "Thank
you, sir," and there would be no sat-
isfaotion in knowing that he had all
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Surprised to find mY "flew gueet in e
mast amiable frame of nlirld. Rkue;;
She looked me over with whet seem•
ed to me an unnecessarily and per-
fect frank stare of euriosity, bort on
sober reflection, I did not hold it a-
gainst her. I was still draped' in
Poopendyke's garments. ,
At firat sight I suppose she couldn't
quite help putting me down as one of
those literary freaks who typify in-
tellect without intelligence.
As for her two sons they made
no effort to disguise their amaze-
ment. (I have a shocking notion
that the vowel u Might be substituted
for the a in that word without loss
of integrity!)
The .elder of the two young men,
Colingraft Titus, who being in the
business with his father in New York
was permitted to travel most of the
time so that ,he couldn't interfere
with it, was taller than I, and an ex-
tremely handsome chap to boot. Ile
was twenty-six. The younger, Jas-
per, Jr., was nineteen, short and
slight of build, with the merriest
eyes I've ever seen. I didn't in the
least grind the grin he bestowed upon
me -and preserved with staunch fidel-
ity throughout the whole interview,—
but I resented the supercilious, lord-
ly scorn of his elder brother.
Jasper, I learned, was enduring a
rotracted.leave of absence front
m
Yale; the hiatus between his fresh-
man and sophomore years already',
covered a period of sixteen months,
and he had a tutor who appreciated
the buttery side of his crust.
Mrs. Titus, after thanking me
warmly—and I think sincerely—for
all that I had done for Aline, apolo-
gized in a perfunctory sort of way
for having kept me out of my bed
all night, and hoped that I wouldn't
catch cold or have an ,attack of
rheumatism.
I sonn awoke to the fact that she
was in the habit of centralising at-
tention. The ueually volatile Coun-
tess became subdued and repressed
in her presence; the big son and the
little one were respectfully quies-
cent; I confess to a certain embar-
rassment myself.
She was a handsome womap, with a
young figure, a good complexion,
clear eyes, wavy brown hair, and a
rich, low voice perfectly modulated.
No doubt she was nearing fifty but
thirty-five would have been your
guess, provided you were a bachelor.
A bachelor learns` something about
women every day of his life, but not
so much that he cannot be surprised
the day after.
I endeavoured to set her mind at
rest by politely reminding her that
1 couldn't have slept in the bed any
way, having been out all night, and
she sm!lin 11} assured me that it was
a relief to find a literary man who
wasnthings.'forever saying flat stupid
t
I took them over the castle—that
is, a part of the castle. Mrs. Titus
wouldn't climb stairs. She confessed
to banting, but drew the line at any-
thing more exhausting. I fear I was
too palpably relieved when she de-
clined to go higher than the second
story.
"It isn't necessary, Mr. Smart," she
said sweetly, "to go into the history
of the wretched Rothhoefens, as a
Cook's interpreter might do. You
see, I know the castle quite Well—
and I have had all the late news from
my daughter."
"Of course!" I agreed. "Stupid of
me not to remember that you are de-
scended from—"
Mother isn't half as stuck up a-
bout it as you might think. Mr. Smart
interrupted Jasper, Jr., glibly." "She
prefers to let people think her ances-
tors were Dutch instead of merely
German. Dutch ancestors are the
proper thing in Jew York."
"Jappie," said his mother severely,
"how often must I caution you not
to speak of New York as Jew York?
Some day you will say it to a Jew.
One can't be too careful. Heaven
alone knows when one is in the pres-
ence of a Jew in these days."
"Oh, I'm not Hebraic," said I quick-
ly. "My ancestors were Dutch. They
came over with the original akin
grafters."
She looked puzzled for a moment.
The Countess laughed. Then Jasper
saw the point. Colitigraft was the
last to see it, and then it was too late
for him to smile.
We had tea in the loggia and I
dined with the family in the Count-
ess's apartment at eight that night.
I think Mrs. Titus was rather favor-
ably impressed when she beheld me in
my own raiment.smooth-
ed
Britton had smo th-
ed out my evening clothes until they
almost shone, and I managed to carry
myself with unusual buoyancy.
Everything went very well that
evening. We were all in fine humour
and the dinner was an excellent one,
I perpetrated but one unhappy blund-
er. I asked Mrs. Titus if she knew
the Riley-Werkheimers and the Rock-
sworths In New York.
"Visually," she said succinctly, and
l made haste to change the subject.
The Counters looked• amused, and
Colingraft said something about it
being more than likely. that we did
not have any mutual acquaintances
in New York. His sister came to my
rescue with a very amusing and ex-
aggerated account of my experience
with the Riley-Werkheimers and I
Rockawerths. Jasper was enthusias-
tic. Something told me that I was
going to like him.
My real troubles began the next
day—and at the rather unseemly hour
of eight o'clock in the morning. Col-
ingraft came down the hall in a hath-
gown and slippers, hanged nn my led
room door, and wanted to know why
the devil he couldn't have hot water
for his hath. He was boo full-blooded
and all that sort of thing, he said, to
tr•
a. in paicka .g`
take a cold plunge. Moreover, he
wasn't used to taking his tub' in
a tin -cup. (That was his sarcastic
way of referring to my portable,
handy bath -tub). I asked him why
he didn't ring for Britton, and he
said he did but that Britton was
assisting Jasper in a wild chase for
a bat which had got into the lad's
room during the night
"Thank your lucky stars it didn't
get into Mother's room," he said surl-
ily. I silently thanked them.
He made such a row about his tub
that I had to give him the pail of
hot water Britton had placed in my
bedroom, preparatory to my own
bath.
At breakfast Jasper complained a-
bout the bats. He couldn't for the
life of him see why I didn't have
screene in the windows.
Later on Mrs. Titus, who had cof-
fee and toast in her room, joined us
in the loggia and announced that the
coffee was stone cold. Moreover, she
did not like the guest chamber into
which she had been moved by order
of the Countess. It was too huge for
a bed chamber, and the iron window
shutters creaked all night tong.
"But don't you love the view you
have of the Danube?" I queried, ra-
ther mournfully.
"I don't sit in the window all
night, Mr. Smart," she said tartly.
I at once insisted on her resuming
possession of my bedroom, and
promptly had all of my things moved
into the one she had occupied during
the night. When the Countess heard
of this arrangement she was most
indignant, She got me off in a
corner and cruelly informed me that
I hadn't the vestige of a backbone.
She must have said something to her
mother, too, for when evening came
around I had to move back into my
own room, Mrs. Titus sweetly assur-
ing me that under no consideration
would she consent to impose upon my
good nature and hospitality to such
an extent, etc., etc.
During the day, at odd times, Col-
ingraft made lofty suggestions in
regard to what could be done with
the place to make it more or less in-
habitable, and Jasper—who, by the
way, I was beginning to fear I should
not like after all,—said he'd just like
to have a whack ab the thing him-
self. First thing he'd do would be
to turn some of those old, unused
rooms into squash and racquet courts
and he'd also put in a swimming -pool
and a hot-water plant.
Late in the afternoon, I stole far
up into the eastern tower to visit my
adorable friend Rosemary. We play-
ed 'house together on the nursery
floor and I soon got over my feeling
of depression. But even in play I
was made to realize that I was not
the master of the house. She ruled
me with the utmost despotism, but I
didn't mind. She permitted me to
sip honey from that cunning place in
her little neck and managed to call me
Unko. My heart grew warm and soft
again under the spell of her.
The Countesswatched us (it play
from her seat by the window. She
was strangely still and pensive. I
had the feeling that a she was watch-
ing me all the time, and that there
was a shadow of anxiety in her love-
ly eyes. She smiled at our pranks,
and yet there was something sad in
the smile.
I was young again with Rosemary
and full of glee. She took me out of
myself. I forgot the three Tituses
and with them many of my woes.
Here was a cure for the blues: this
gay little kiddie of the unspeakable
Tarnowsy!
I lay awake for hours that night,
hut when I finally went' to sleep—
and heaven knows I needed it!—it
was with the soporific resolution to
put my house rigidly in order the
very next day. I would be polite a-
bout it, hut very firm. The Titus
family (omitting the Countess and
Rosemary) was to be favored with
an ultimatum from which there could;;
be no appeal. John Bellamy Smart.
had decided --.with Morpheussmooth-
ing out the wrinkles of perplexity—,
that he would be master in bis ower
house.
My high resolve flattended itself
out a little after the sound sleep I
had, and I make no doubt I should
have wavered sadly in my putpose
had not a crisis arisen to shape my
courage for me in a rather emphatic
way.
Shortly after breakfast Mrs. Titus
came downstairs very smartly gown-
ed for the street. She announced that
she was going into the town for an
hour or two and asked" me to have
one of the Schmicks ferry her across
the river. There was a famous an-
tique shop there—memory of other
days—andshe wanted to browse a
while in search of brasses and bronz-
es.
I looked at her, aghast. I recog-
nized the crisis, but for a moment
was unable to marshal my powers of
resistance. Noting my conaffernatioa
she camly assured me that there
won4dn't be l -de-
tection, as she was going to be
heavily veiled and very cautions.
"My dear Mrs. Titus," I murmur-
ed in my dismay, "it isn't to be con-
sidered. I am sure you won't per-
sist in this when I tell you that
Tarnowsy's agents are sure to see
you and—"
She laughed. "Tarnowsy's agents!
Why should they be here?"
"They seem to be everywhere."
"I can assure you there is none
within fifty miles of Schloss Roth-
hoefen. Our men are in the city.
Four of them preceded me. This
morning I had Mr. Bangs telephone
to the hotel where the chief opera-
tive is staying—in the guise of an
American tourist, and be does it
very cleverly for an Englishman, too,
—and he assures me that there is
absolutely no danger. Even Mr.
Bangs is satisfied."
"I am forced to say that I am by
no means satisfied that it is a safe or
wise thing to do, Mrs. Titus," I said,
with more firmness than I thought I
possessed.
She raised her delicate eyebrows
in a most exasperating well-bred,
admonitory way.
I am quite sure, Mr. Smart, that
Dillingham is a "perfectly trustworthy'
detective, and—
"
"But why take the slightest risk?"
"It is necessary for me to see
Dillingham, that is the long and short
of ft," she said coldly. "One can't
discuss things over a telephone, you
know. Mr. Bangs understands. And
by the way, Mr. Smart, I have taken
the liberty of calling up the central
office of the telephone company tr
ask if they can run an extension wire
to my dressing -room. I hope you de
not mind."
(Continued next week.)
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