The evening world. Newspaper, June 16, 1915, Page 15

__The Evening World Daily Magazine, Wednesday, June 16, 1915 “I'm for Peace!” # sctmtha w By J. H. Cassel ire item. Bestdes"—a brilliant inspiration to take our tickets to Tullagh; tfat’s y f { fealey tn tee oe ote bachelor, “saked" SYNOPSIS OF PRECEDING cHaPreRs, half way. The express stops at Tul- y / 2 #0 ‘ll only hav * had been tm: wyyind yee 8 Grimshaw, a clever lagh, and I'll hop out of the train / : 2 ir, French lwoked troubled for a fair field and no favor,” Mr. governess to er there and book on to Dublin. Mr. moment, then he said, “I was got had anid. sat ee Rene soy ee ae S horses “to-nlent,, S98" (hea "on 0 1 peveueed and lit » clgere Better Unan you el the better for me™ jorses to-n + an jen on , * Mt you, - Crowsnest to have the house ready. Bs eee coer, That was all ve which Faith, I never can thank him for Mb t he’s done or what he's going to Md ovals anla—A he id that r ‘¢g ‘ell, he in fact, he sal — “Bless my soull” said Dashwood, 4 5 these old English folk round here are * “I don't want thanks. It's the great- fools Lord est lark I ever came across. \ as have a i" won't, have a ty ie night for a “ time here $0 & Goverseme. o fa jousand pounds. mean, you & hat lives here CHAPTER VY. y that he said to a man know, it’s tremendous fun; beats a 3 I was bringing my niece with me (Coutiaved.) commie opere, to fits.” nie me “Please, sir,” came Norah's voice ‘ g Grimshaw ughed. N the kitchen garden below at the door, “the cart’s round and : : . know at once what French meant. she saw an object that had waiting.” » ° Over in clean Ireland no one thought once been a man. The ' Mr. French rose to his feet and led { anything of @ pretty hout ‘once-man was on all-fours; the way from the room, followed by | 90 of & widower and the others. ' his daughter; but here he could not get on tia feet “WR.the att door ateps a manure! ‘ it was different, The morale of the because his ankles were hobbled to- cart was drawn up. cart was d . rabbit-hutch, which are the morals of of gether with a piece of rope, He could something covered with plg-net. ‘ English society, had to be conformed ‘way fot untie the rope because on each Doolan, whip in hand, was standing * ' “ : to. She had never thought of the to, To reopen ofbia hands was firmly tied a box- "* the horse's head. \ / ‘Sian matter before, and lo and behold! biood was appallingly - 4 “Let up!” came a voice from the . Bobby Dashwood had thought of the had he got to know the girl Ing glove, Try to untie a knot cart. “What are yis doin’ wid mo? onc ples matter for her. in the last few but he bad with your hands encased in box- Where am I, at all, at all? Ob, but “But I'm not your niece,” eatd Mise also got an entirely view of {ng gloves, if you wish to real- 1'll pay yiz out for this Grims| d—and “No, aw. jaa on yis—an ‘said French, “but, eure, you The good, No oath rae vas pode 4 i van ‘ ‘ might be, And how are they to turned for ain besaweod tom 4 acutest form. A tin sta bucket t the girl; then he took Doolan's| i 3 eta P know? Lot of old fools, they think other man who was @ friend into « was tied down over the head of the whip, and with the butt of it prodded | . , the position of a governess beneath friend who was a ‘of fat ed figure, and as a last artistic touch, the arg. in the cart. What seemed | Y them—not that you are @ governess. lation, The difference in years be- P one of old Ryan's cow tails was tied % Seat tin snout resented this treat-/ eee é finished he, apologetic and tween showed up ment. Then the cart moved off, Doo- ‘i c laughing, “we're all at sixes to @ band round the waist and hung jan at the horse's head, and disap- , Ogre ald m sevens, and the easiest way out is to down behind. peers down the ative, s cut Pe — saa gts oe “Did you seo what was in the cart?” 3 # fi don't know but one o' Fron z ie aes iy aoe agi ie a asked Mr. French when Miss Grim- wy] mayn't have married some of your of the kitchen garden. WiGh- shaw tncdvered hes ears, P people in the past.” shaw could not help thinking of the “Yes,” she replied, “and I saw it In . ae “Phat would scarcely make me your blind and helpless antics of an insect boa harry ee Tet and I spoke niece, Anyhow, I don't care, only the 4 0 it, and as! what it was dolog, ‘ rvants’"— Usenet amt olgetioe and~well, 1 don't” wonder at. your oy Tynith, and it's Tittle the servants ee eee ee ae ee ve an al! watched. The garden, strongly railed wanting to leave Ireland,” | ‘ nif will aay, They're dead-net against the put ovarmastering temptation to seise tm formed a sort of pound hopelessly | “Not while there's things like that| Fs Bnglish folk, and won't have a word the girl in bis arme and kiss her as- ungetoutable. in it,” said the master of Drumgoul, | with them. Only this morning I heard gasied Mr, Dashwood, She was lean- The whole thing seemed so ike ® following Doolan and his charge with | Mra. Driscoll talk with a chap that ing with her elbows on the * joke that tho girl at the window for his eyes till they disappeared from had’ come, round sciling vogotables. by ogo he bales A moment did not connect it with the sight. “And now, let's get to work.” | ". Mevay with you,’ says she, ‘or I'll set bag ‘ ee oy oe ee Cae obvious. Opening the window more, The sunlight of the early morning the dog on you, coming round hag § winter trees, held him, Me ry | she leaned further out. had vanished, and almost as the car. z back door with your turnips by the Hi!” cried Miss Grimshaw. “What and its contents turned from thi O- 3 7 your rubbish!" The sight of an Eng- are you doing there?” nue drive into the road the rain began » i . 4 itsh face sete her going like Lj ‘The thing rose up on its knees, the to come down again in great sheeis— fi aie < alarm clock. But little I care abou boxing gloves, like great paws, seized thunderous pourings, as if to make Ge : % that, so long as she doesn't ge off ang the bucket on either side, in a frantic up for lost time. But it w: herself.” endeavor to wrench it off, failed, and rain, at least in the ears “well, then, fit fo now and see then from the bucket broke a volume “You' ‘go! y what Effie’ ing and how the ser- wit 1} of language that caused the listener rain beat a tattoo to the words on the vants are getting on. Mr. Deskweed had spo to draw hastily in and shut the zinc roof of outhouse and window- is coming down for the week-end, is , window. pane. “To-morrow,” Ne, BOT ne 4 eres Ra Foes ent. bv protociec atruoke eet ena "Bus: with, Let's think of what's best to to move, when out of the ticket office giving good advice toa young woman over these four montha Now you «tne great be gown on nim ental from the landing, and Norah knocked raindrops down the chimney bit the be a entrance rus! Mr, Giveen with @ j married. One sentence clung ty have that money in the bank. We is that takes us just a8 We bearing at the door with hot water.» burning coal ‘if . shouted French into the ticket in his band. ad asked the ..1 think, by Its truth, caloulated.that it will just cover your ire: and there’s no trouble or expense co! 4 od 3 hairy ear of the driver, “do you know ticket collector where Mr. French cling to me forever, "Never move racing expenses; the money you will with him.” Tapubt if they could have told her m For a moment she thought of Ask- at 4 o'clock, in a burst of sunset Mr. Giveen's old be 5 4 pony had booked to, and, being told Tull- servants.’ ir brin; the horse to Col, ——— Ing the servant the meaning of It all. which it up the heaving Atlantic, tha “Do T know Misther Glyeen's ould ag, had done likewise. CWa'tcok with us from Ireland Mrs, Whave-his-nate's’ stable et Kpsom ER VIL Ore seed avieg apein oh ihe piber Then sho decided not. ing Fain-atricken land, and the great hills pony?” creaked Doolan. “Bure, who'd | He had just time to reach the near~ Driscoll, the cook, and Norah, the before the race, the money you will CHAPTER VII. “L don't know. — Nothi ‘That's Half an hour i er "sy antant wan unvelled for a moment of clouds, Mr. know her better? Do I know Mlather est carriage and fump in, when M parlormaid, besides the men servants. require for backing the horse—in fact AT'S the matter?” tne charm of this place. ye come | dining room, w! on are Sashwooa Dashwood departed for the station. Giveen's ould pony? Sure, I knew her arty, who had been observing every- 1 am not referring to the men when I whole business—leaving fifty 6 6 asked Mr. Dashwood. here and lean on the bridge and look q laid, Mr. French an he r. wek +] Andy and the horses had left at three. mother before she was born. An ould thing, interpos repeat that axiom, ‘Never move ser- pow over in cage of isaster.” t " at the water. It seems to mesmierise were already there, both #pick and “I'l have the bungalow jolly and skewbal’, she was, tii Micky Meehan "Mr. Giveen, aorr,” cried Moriarty, vants, but, to the womenfolk. The P°ny, “Botherations!” re- > span and looking like people who bad comfortable for you,” said Mr. Dash- battered’ her to death dhrivin’ roun’ protruding his head and shoulders servante—Mra. Driscoll and Norah, Well, I want you to lock your plied Miss Grimshaw. enjoyed an undisturbed night's Brel wood. “You'll be there day after to- the counthryside, wid that ould cart from the window of the third-class especially—are horribly homesick for check book up in @ drawer and give “Look at this.” But there was a jubilant look in Mr. morrow evening, if you stay in London he got from Buck Sheelan of the carriage, which was now in motion. Ireland. The curious thing ts that me the key, and promise not to touch a0 Dashwood's face and a twinkle In Mr. for a few hours’ rest. Send me a wire inn, before he died of the dhrink,and “Mr. Giveen, sorr, here's the abillin’ both these women have no relations of that money on any account.” She handed’ him a neatly-printed | "Mo it did.” ) French's eye such as seldom appears when you reach Euston, Well, good dhrunk he was when he sould it” I owe. you.” any account to tte them to Ireland. "ft won't touch it.” said’ French, card folded in the middle, It looked ‘° foyciste thee awitt on. the face or in the eye of man luck! i Bother Buck Shesian! Can the A sbilling fell on the platform at It's just Ireland itself they want—and with the air of @ schoolboy making ball programme, Nearly four qc him The alteratio Were | hetore breakfast. "Good luck!" sald Mr, French. old pony get Mr. Giveen to the sta- Mr. Giveen's feet, He stooped to it seems to mo they won't be happy a resolution about apples. bigrnitd hpped r rinduan \niads' bee wondane Man “4 mt | ‘During the meal the conversation “Goodby!” said the girl. tion by 11?" grab it as it rolled in a leisurely man- till they get it. months had passed, The Frenches made her wonder. His voice had be- " “I know that's what you say and office dvor, “The woman from Crowsnest, whom feel now. but there are temptations, had settied down at The Martens foot iat, To, Soeaks who is vexed turned upon Indifferent matters. Mr. They watched the car driving down “D'you mane, can it get him from her toward the book Dashwood had several attacks of the avenue, the wheel-spokes flashing his house to the station, sorr?” missed it, pursued It, and wi Mr. Dashwood got to tidy the place an Nal tha ee ighborhood had called; hoking, but Mr. French seemed quite in the sunlight. Then they turned “Yes.” At least he lost the train. ‘an Blac d it 1» vital that you should be out The whole neighbo: + by some petty worry, and the words snuored, back into the house. if ‘Well, sorr, it all dipinds, She's up and light the fires and have supper of the way of temptation. You re- there had been several small dinner themselves were not over compliman~ Moriarty's profound knowledgo of for us the evening we cat has left. Amoved: veal was over, and cia: The next morning was dull, but fine. rockit to'sorif she's in the mind tor the psychology of the horse often She did not get_on with the Others, his cary With’ Was toe’ te hese ee, parties at the bungalow, and Garry if, arettes were lit, Mr. French, who had The sky had lifted, thinned, ‘and. be- it; but if she's set ag'inst goin’, you #tood him in good stead when deal- and now this place is all Irish with om out a dream, Train- _, Se could not in the least under- been scanning, through Ng A ea cent iagretagt tage the ribs of may lather the lights out of her and ing with higher animals—or lower. the exception of me—a bit of the west wn itt, eatd French in tendor pulps el like painting & By stretched out his hand to the bell-pu » bluish tinge here and she'll only land you in the ditch, But coast planted above a moat staid and tone, “if, the sirens’ voice were @% yicture; the thing grows in spirit while her mind had been en, in which was close to him. there told of the blue above. Th if she's aisy in her mind and agray- I wonder e “Norah,” said Mr. Frénch when tains sut calm and gray upon t faith! I wouldn't wonder If she CHAPTER VI. t the result will be as far'as In- "to checked himeelt. and in form; it has some of you in the intricate problem of Ms Mvsaes that damsel appeared, “go down to 70n. They had drawn a great way off could, for that ould clothesbasket of ROWSN BST lies upon a bill. ? op peg 4 ” y ; i ‘ : 3 t be,’ ’ : ide of the artist 1s not UN- engaged in the equally intricate are preslaaiy RR ear al Bia tO eek Say COE Mie comiby sun- shinies Gavese's doesn't weigh more'n It consists of a post office, pes d me has called 7h but, of hurriedly, hae Psp ee rei poh ‘he pride of the trainer. om Srenied oy the conduct rd js 4 % | i . too so ren wood, Ahaw, who had been, Preparing to Jn the hall of Drumguol the luggage “Curse him and his clothesbasket!” tiny ae . iia thay Will stay away, Tt have exverel ioceys eves Coming through London When you see swiftness aouite oe wire tines whee: atous with’ber leave the room, waite: 4 M 0! cried French. “Whip up!" green, a reasons. Yours ever, VIOLET. a five-pound it 4 strength, endurance, and p juck, ititious uncle, the original 4 then came Wagonette. The servants and the lug- ‘o v t oh. i . ‘pound note went on nothing, #4 A posi 5 map 0 Utes aor and Moriarty, KAKe Were to go in the waxonette, and GCS Cerne eh toe thoreebed warehouse and a church. Miss Grimshaw had several very So you muat, please, put the check you foel just as the artist feels when, him seemed just about to speak the ene secrete his master, 80 carefully had Mr. French thought. }y 1, cap fn hand Hoot wetore nis mapater, out the problem before him that he had Rive te ve aw, ‘pig got into the kitchen Litag! the horses and the wagonette the malevolent and pursuing, filled French the hill, and vanishes from sight. nere’s, jay before, not from Cloyne, but froin with such a depth of rage that had ‘Tre ring as to be thwarted ‘ne London road climbs the bill, good reasons to make her desire ae- book in a drawer and lock it, and give of « morning, he uncovers his canvas old language of original man to oris- clusion for herself and th me the key. Will you do thin?" , woman. There were times when, s basket carriage, soft, passes through tho village, descends (tin tof herlt and the family my will, Iwill. ‘The thing saan right, and saya to himaclt: “Ab! yes, 1 put bps i" 1 say “taken under her wing” ad- Ut if you want It done, I'll d wome good stuff into that yesterday.” * s Inchkilin, ‘a small town twelve miles awallow it up, Century-old visedly, for since the day of her ar- Well, let's do It now, th he dull, clear winter mornings, happen. “A Dig, sort sg down here from s0uth of Drumgool, ‘The Dancing Miss Re Fone Ne eater an tiing elms cavern It over, Fival at Drumgool she had been stead- "1, Will,in minute, when Tve een 4.°%,5 bracing air of the Downs, yet something, always in . "Yea, it's escaps tress and the outside car were to be WOuld certainly have mm: i Gol. Bingham lives, or lived at the ly extending the protection of her Morlarty”"—— a French would seem to r ” 7 of to her proteges. Ing things ut the moment te Cloyne, At least I'm going to send it back to Cloyn: 01 “And a pig-net. Get It into the cart with the net over it and take it to Cloyne. I don't know who It belongs to, ag just dump it in the market- ° his ammunition away over the near- Got the cart.” rere AUT iy Rig kent, and the money st hedge so as to be out of the way time of this story, at the Hall, which The train started at eleven, at °f,,temptation. is the chief house of the neighbor- +) rf a al rene’ ona Wrens, 2 elght o'clock the wagonetty and its ,,"1° sald Miss Grimshaw, hoods neighborhood parceled UD. mice nated wave too emall for uret's do it now.” nh. \oung ladies from Crowsnest would isn't that smoke away over there— . mention in @ romance of this de- tie produced his check Appear on the edge of the Downs to Can the ime an te ‘there, now, into small country seats, Three acres scriptign ale had interfered in domes- nis Yonk and. Mins gheck book from Watch Mr. French's “dear bores.” gator than French, would, a tn the tie matters, Mrs. Driscoll, for in- rl - present instance, suddenly, and and there is no uso In worrying. If and a house would about constitute te matters, | Mrs. Driscoll, for 1h- it up in the drawer of an escritoire. ‘They little knew how apt that @- present { 08, iy, aren something, check himself, turn the 16 Cat taking exercise, Sometimes b? ig or on, and, with the bad grace place, ‘This is market day so there'll Effi lowe ‘+ he does follow us we'll manage to one of these seats, and they stretch “And now," said “ pression was. apparent reason, become rude. be some one to claim it, or It will ing, and fust"aa they were turning &1ve, him the slip at Tullagh.” |, Tight round the hill of Crowsnest, in- PEt Sith thetpeatty toler and Noran tbat sixty Gounaapree, mew ouoet: "ary, Dashwood examined the. sar. ‘Not in the least understanding the Pare Gay Rowe out of the avenue the whole east side Fee ae ee Mole tot ace out Yading even the rise of the Downs. no longer awept the carpets under the | The badgered | one | produced a deen een TP Scaieah alue renee Sowate ia Ge Ste eevee oe “Kad, soe here, bring the cart round Of Drumgool House lit up to a burst Se niiign and jose the teain and The bungalow Is situated on the sofas, Ut the fires with letters lft on pocket-book and took three twenty- 4 over by Miss Slimon. Each mem- they looked upon each other aa rivaln to the door before you start.” Te soomed a lucky orca, Thee ung stay the night; and then we're not 8; & good road of fairly easy the mantelpiece, or emptied pails out Downe Holes thom It her Was supposed to Invent or create in a game whose rules of honor had “Yes, sorr.” the lovely winter's morning througn Sure of escaping him, He'll stick to ascent leads up to it, and looking Ot che Wingona; And hese Aaciiery at leaves me only thre pounds 4" noem oh a given subject each to be observed, ahe had passed trom Moriarty departed. which they were driving put th 6 vs like a burr. You don't know Dick from the verandah of bungalow reforms had been compassed with no Mim ate a ng the coins from month and to send the result to Mis® amusement to vague amasement when “Now,” sald Mr. French, ‘let's talk jn’ good spirit DE put the party Giveen. Who the divil ever invented you can see, b ofs of all ome of goodwill on the part of the fie coat pocket and exhibiting Simon, who would read it, But the these sudden changes of temperature business, Mies Grimshaw, we're leay. ii,f°od sRuitn and, Doolan's deat: relations?” the country reformed toward the reformer, them jas he handed over the notes. matter did not end there, Mias SItm- took place, and from amasement to ing Ireland to-morrow—you andTani gs they liked about thelr affairs, ‘Miss Grimshaw could not answer thelr frontiol Ue RAE ema peed Ee Ome Wee ee pelt eH SEMETY OF® on, by virtue GF BSP BOaraperecen S7rUAme, Efe and Garryowen, the servants, hope Dick Giveen hasn't seen the Mr. French's question as to who in- the seat holders promenading in their endags to an fmatelnary Ceskes, Gee ween that’ A uy office, would send in due course Now Dashwood made as though to and all. I've got a place’— wagonette,” sald French. “If he has, vented relations which many a man Sardens. she had pointed out to French the | "When that's gone,” said she, “I cach member's poem to each of the speak, Then he caught her in his “To train Garryowen?” Tell be following to the station to has, no doubt, asked, and no more , Emmanuel Ibbetson had built the way be shenie vine ohdls nest out of tay heverhcl Pocket money other members for criticiam, and the arma, Lips, eyes, and mouth covered “Yea, and here's the man that's got find out what's Up. If he sees us, it was said till the long, dreary street bungalow and stables in a moment of should Use in carrying expenses. W® results would be made known and with ehe leaned at, to a lower order of mind are in exactly the position of ship- © thi gasping Cl . destitute of life and color, enthusiasm about racing. It was cer- 9% ‘ vblished in a small pamphlet at the against the parapet, called Crowsnest. There are too many maybe, we are only going for Hea ag ee Nl det ; tainly an ideal spot for training. Just than Mise Grimendie’s, Would Rave: wrecked Hees 08D eth winl enly tha of the The subscription th and—alone. es pigs in Ireland, poking thelr noses yu; the servants and the luggage It was fifteen minutes to eleven here the Downs are level as heart of arGinenmoon sate of the highest order and when people a {00d and water, wae a guinea, and to this society for Mr. Dashwood had gone; vault Into mny affairs, to-do any good WIth would give the whole show away. when they reached the station, ‘The "an could wish. A great sweep of sometimes allies Itaelf to what com- the first _People are in that condition the circulation of rubbish Mise Grim- over the low fence of the wood, he the business here.” “Has he any sort of trap to follow train was drawn up at the platform, turf, a tableland nothing * nee of @ lower order would put suemaaiven. ey pen 1 ae is to w had been invited to subscribe. vanished amid the trees. No “Good jd Miss Grimshaw, with us in?” asked Miss Grimshaw. Mrs. Driscoll and Norah had taken Moves but the grazi ep and the MOA Sense OF 8. lower siance takes [rant you.” enla Mise Gritechoes ep dence the trouble, ever eacaped quicker after the eom- a Mak color. ‘To escape from the “Wyn. )aaked Mint Grandrydan of a ter seats in a third-class carriage, shadow of the bird and cloud, ex- Sicr, sometimes great and world- feel Ral Gad ate ae a tees not all,” went on the mission of his crime. Snead the awful loneliness of packet pony.carriage, Maybe ‘he's and Moriarty was seoing the luggage tends from the stables due south, Siiving events occur. fork, SBRe Fen Are oe ® toe -ane s Mad! Ob, he's mad!’ she gxeped. me it. It's in Sussex, down at a place won't so much matter, for Drumgoo! had been the chief desire of 4 ‘6's not 3 in the van, ending in an outcrop of chalk and a r7 half laughing, gasping, and not Reriperel oD Aare past’ Bue knew Aoybod ail ces abae we pase th Soe an ene the. tickets, chose a Tis¢ leading to the higher Downs and ,,\jclet ad caretully worked ous he Bouse (or WHIGh We Reve 10 FAY BP scribe to. tis 7. from tears, Tt was not the outburat per pened loved the country, and furgalow.* qierench took the tekete, chrom ie the sea, The higher Downe shelter Money DToe™ Vevning, and Atty which need sot be pald for yet. How Want me to take 4 stall Gt ferven’ pansion, that estentanes of fn great feeling of gratitude toward ‘They were drawing near Drum- handbags and wraps having been ‘tin winter from the wind. pounds over, to take them back to about cigars and tobacco?” any aunts or anyone who would shocked her—It was the running away. hwood, the provider of this poyne now; the bungalow inhabited stowed in it, they walked up and There was stabling for half a dozen embroidery for it, have you? It's to Mr. Dashwood tn his Ireland, in case of disaster, there was von, there's lots of emokes, ‘in of escape, welled up in her py Mr, Gi lay at the other end wi horses; everything about the place 19 said be on April 5.” penetrated deep into the wood be- na of the tiny village. Iv was a ‘groon- eice. SAE Siting 404 wan of the best, from the tiles t0 the Racey SESS. outs ier sod ht French rather dreartly. “And Bew- No," gaid Mr. Dashwood. “I don't yond aight of road or house before So,” sald Mr, French, “we'll find painted affair, with an outhouse for ‘there was one point in their favor, 00% from the patent manger to the repo Inys know me, and I can get any- think I have any female relatives any he recovered his normal senses. our work cut out to pack and all be- the pony and trap; a green-painted yf) Giveon’s meanness amounted Patent latch of the doors. There was ““.Gh, pother the money!” French ae heen on credit—only I'm good in the fancy needlework It ‘Then that unpleasant candid friend fore 11 o'clock to-morrow morning. palisading, about five feet bigh, sur- < @ patent arrangement with a prong [Pre sending Andy and the horses on founded house and garden, and as the Wim this, sentieman almde fo & for conducting the hay from the loft by this night's train to Dublin; he'll car passed through the village and things to save @ half-penny. Would Sbove to the manger below. This with them at Bourke's livery approached the danger zone Miss hy incur the expense of pursuit? early stabbed Garryowen in his I've got & charitably-disposed elderly who lives in the brain of every map hink! f. z female cousin [ might land for @ had his say. end Mr mat I'm thinking of. » rere, may be other expe subscription, though. “What will ehe think of yout” de- Yes, but it's what inking Of 4 place like thia people a wouln'd trust myself with the clared this tormentor, “You have acted ‘We must be economical. We should ‘ T'm leaving only Buck Slane rf 11 tt unpleasant con- euddenly upflung nose, and Mortarty, call, and how ut if they want to . No matter. I daresay we will like a hooll . But that t Grimshaw felt a not unp! A regiment of live Christmas tur- pi have travelled here third class, not piay bridge, money fo meh fone diet Pat HH yan peor dk has wot ba behind to look after the traction about the heart. keys were being entrained, not in Who had a contempt for everything girst, You gent that order to Mr. "bot let ink of It" said the MAnawe, somenowsat and post these to. be hooligans, and womea don't house, Jan my agent, will pay them There was no sign of the ogre, how- . patent, including medicine, broke it * 3 L, ni house, Janes, my oreven telling Janes ever in che front garden, and tho Bil sienCet ify ene ne ree eae che —Dut this In parentnoses. Dashwood's wine merchant for all girl, “Bother! Why couidn'tit have i! you walk with me?” mind that—but to run away! ‘To run would say. “It’s not the money I'm “Yes? r ty hampagne and stuff.” ? ey bit! Sh where I'm going. I want to make @ heaved a sigh of relief, till French, ; The bungalow, where the human ‘hat © been summer Rather," replied Mr, Dashwood, like a rabbit! She does not know oe iin mate till the debt who had ated Malt UP, tO Bot oe ean tne ap. deluge were stabled, was a much le88 1. ne nuid for a: but that won't have They play bridge in summer as and, taking his hat, he followed her about your absurd compact with to Lewis becomes due, If that beast ter view of the premises, suddenly proach of wheels on the station road, elaborate affair in its way. Built for well F elil hare ta te sata some well as winter, out on the verandah, French. She only knows that you Ata Giveen knew my address he'd put gat down again, with a look of alarm "| believe we'll do it,” said Mr. & bachelor and his friends, it just 4) tae, lave to be pad some “ye, 1 suppore they do. But the °"igr Dashwood was not given to have behaved like a hooligan or an Tate's man on to me the minute he on. his face, and cried to Doolan to yrench, looking at his Watch, which held the Frenches, leaving a spare Ti, What is fri on't mind that #0 fools spend their energy on tennis a8 poetical interpretations of Nature's Aas. Yes, my friend, an Ass, with came here claiming the money, T whip up, pointed to five minutes to the hour, room over for Mr. Dashwoood. Ba eee ee eetual “mensy. in walc,OMe tnet manen (he dineene 1088 monde, but there wae tbat Ib che Ot ‘A. P3 must cut myself off as completely “What te it?” asked Miss Grim- “Anyhow, we'll be off in five minut ‘This is a vague sketch of the bulld- y+ | ow Ls a Ahr aeraihe ioe acute, Well, if you have to play to-day which raised to an acute tage (To Be Continued.) r it I were dead. shaw. and I'll break the beast'’s head at ings ines called The Mar- and. Ve navies overaixty pounds Crass til try to find the money for the chronic disease he had been sut- “Well, there's one thing,” said the “The blackguard’s putting the old Tullagh if he does follow us. tens—heaven knows why—and alt- Ue And only a little overly povant it Somehow, even if I have to keep fering from for months, He had goon girl, "If you can get away from here “sald Mr, French. “I caught He walked down the train to the uated lil marten-box on the @m- (0 propose something.” . the household on oatmeal. What 4 jot of his companion during the last GOING AWAY FOR THE without any one knowing where you third-class carriage where the ser? inence above Crowsnest, that highly ‘° a, ne Le other expenses are likely to turn uP?” ton weeks or #0, but he had played are going to, they'll never dream of vants were, and at the door of which respectable residential neighborhood 7 There's sure to be subscriptions the game liko a man, Not a SUMMER? Remember The Eve- Jooking for you in Sussex, I shouldn't us, Whip up, Doolan,” Moriarty was colloquing with Norah, where residents knew nothing yet of It's this, Why not give me that and thin And, see here, If we're jad he sald of bis mortal malady to think they know the name of the here's not mach use whipping Ha told Moriarty in a few words of the fact that the place had been let— sixty pounds to Keep and pay the ex- invited out, we'll have to return any the author of it. ning World prints each week & place here. But ean you? p,” said Miss Grimshaw, “for the the pursuit, and then returned to.his or, rather, borrowed—and nothing yet penses out of? If you keep it, It will hospitality we receive.” But there are limits to endurance. let to-date novel “How do you mean?" train won't go till 11, The question own compartment. of the nature of the borrower. be gone in a month, Visions of Mrs, Driscoll's fantastic pis could not go on any longer; yet | Complete Uup-| a Well, you must take tickets at the now Js, can his old pony get him to Take your sates, take your sates "My doar,” wrote Miss Grimshaw In | Mr | French scratched his head, cookery, crossed by visions of big how was he to end it? French week's reading! Have The Eve- station here. You must take tickets the station by 11?" for Tullagh, Kildare, and Dublin!” other lettepto that lady friend, Then he laughed, | z bills from Benoist, rose before Mis# gaid nothing since that Interview in fo Dublin, first of all. Well, that's “If it does,” cried French, now In a | ‘The van Sone e are at last, “We arrived the “Faith! perhaps you're right," said Grimshaw’s mind, but she wes not & the Shelburae Hotel, and a subject | ning World sent to your sum towering passion, “I'll—I'll—b'Heav- the I day before yesterday evening, horses he. person to be easily cast down, like that, opee Groped. between two en, I'll shoot him!” the train, the last door Was Danyed and all, including the servants, I “I know’ {am right, It ts only by — “If they do, we'll manage somehow. men, is horribly difficult to take up mer address, You haven't anything to shoot him to, and the train was just once heard an lady in the States saving and ecraping that we will tide We have wine, and that's the biggest again. \ SS,