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—__Th$ Bvesing World Daily Magazine, geared ey: June 17; 1918 Peace Abroad---War at Home =: etl, ‘ An Irish Romance of Love ond Horseracing By H. DE VERE STACPOOLB Author of “DRUMS OF WAR," Bic, —— os spepanehasanahabaedl Copyright, 1000, by Duffield & Co,) DING CHAPT “Tam,” sald French. 2. trom him only rday, aes, ©, NNR aces ati the colt. By 5 be ive wi pull the wi “howling tor after all! the ved from He rose from the table in High ex~ sean as eo to = Ee. = vase stood, jingling the keys ti poe! and gating at the view. It seemed that At last fortune was be- to py a for him, fH Tags him fro ¥ Dashwood could bob ‘nett oe the 1 pibeoredesaeedee “T had a let- les time to prepare our defense against them, for the letter won't reach Cloyne till the day after to-morrow,” “Tf they manage to do me in this,” said French, “T'll shoot Garryowen with my own hand, and vil hang for Dick Giveen, by heavens “Hush! There is no use in giving We must have o and collect all our ru Valegraph to Mr, Dash- the door, ry fe Tee me pe 0 Pee Si aS and the cause. The frontend of Mr the pretty Ai Bittle dau ei Bren an Imporeriahed West 0 ‘An Bhatiah ci of French And them rents an. esa he can train Garryowen tor the race, No fond fn Ireland knows where the fa.nily hae gone, himaelf safe from discovery, CHAPTER VII. (Continued.) BRE were nut groves here, and one required the in- stincts of a bush pig to take one’s way in any @iven direction. Mr, Dash- wood, moving blindly and swiftly, spurred on by a mad desire to got baok to ‘The Martens, pack his bag, escape to London, and explain evoery- thing in a letter, took, by chance, the right road, and struck a right of way that led through the woods skirting the hill of Crowsnest and bringing him on the road to the Downs, Ho ascended the steep path leading to The Martens at full speed, and out of breath, flushed, and perspiring, he waa making his way to the bu: galow, when he met French, amiable looking, cool, and smoking a cigar. said French, ‘What’ I w Mr. Given. Tans " ul ie Sut of that window, you 6 ei Ive i dig enough for a forces. wood,” CHAPTER IX. AN ‘Tuesday morning, as Dash- wood was sitting at break- fast, @ telegram was brought to him, CHAPTER X11. will be remembered that the night of the Sth of Aprit was the date of the Ridnapping of Mr. Giver. Barly in the morning of the 6th Mr, Dashwood awoke from his slumbers with a start, looked around him and remembered. The cottage contained only two bedrooms and a living réom. He had taken a bed the night before from row, one of the bedrooms and dragged it in front of the living room door, which ‘was also the hall door. Here he had slept, iterally making @ barrier of hia body to the escape of Giveen, His first thought was of hie prie- oner, but he was reassured as to his safety by loud snores coming from the bedroom where he had deposited him the night before. The morning reflections of Mr. Dashwood, as he lay eae | a yo i breaking through the diamond- window, were not of the most zed the body of Mr. a aivene deporting it from Lon: don to Hasex, he had broken law. ‘The fact that Givepn was an me of “Freneh and about t6 do him cruel injury would, Mr. Dustwood felt, weigh very little with a jury should the said Giveen take an action against him for wrongful imprison. ment; and he felt distinctly that Giveen, despite all his softness, waa Just, the man to take such a course, The great craft of Giveen was fully demonstrated by the way in which he had acted on the night before. Be« Meving himself in the power of @ luna- tic, he had adapted himself to the situation, feigning uneoncern as beetle felgns death. Besides gloomy forebodings as to the ultimate issue place has caught fire,” said Mr. Dash. wood, Ho hurried to Crowsnest and thero heard from Violet the whote story. “The only thing I can think of,” said Mr. Dashwood, “ is for me to go over to Ireland and try to talk Giveen over, You don’t know him. He's a fool, and a vicious fool at that. You can’t talk @ man like that over.” “The City and oe 4g run on the 16th,” said Mr. Dashwood medi- tatively, be wouldn't mind 60 much,” she finished, “only for this wretched ba- zaar on the fifth. I have to he! @ stall. You can imagine whi must be to keep a straight face and smile at people one doesn’t particu- larly care for, standing all the time, as it were, on a powder magazine, Besides, just imagine, if a ‘m »ssession’ came down, and if the Tact leaks out, how all these Crows- nest society ‘people snub us and sneer know them, I do. s -6'¢. 6 O48 Miss Grimshaw, whose place was at the fancy work stall, whose duty it was to assist Miss imon in the most nefarious, if undisguised, rob. bery of customers, found time in the midst of her duties to take in the doings of her nelehbors. Bobby Dashwood was much in evidence, buying nothing, but offictat- ing as an unsolicited and highly successful salesman, flirting with mature jallholders, and ie ‘1! have the ne tea ht ta lary! but round tot ‘Everything, “Don't keep me, I'm off to London, en you've been through the mitl ee often as 1 have,” said French, “you'll know what I mean. There mever was a girl made but there bf wasn't as good a one made to match her.” said Mr. Dashwood. @ good fellow. CHAPTER VIII. HIS was Mr. Dashwood's letter to Miss Grimshaw, written from London, re- ceived and read by her on Monday morning: “You must jave though® me mad; but when you know all you will think differently. I hope to explain things when the business about the hotee is over. Till then I will not lsee you or Mr. French, I cannot last, taki bed and wipin; ue his brow, “I i dor , unless We Rates a a CHAPTER X11. as the morning of the 16th of April Me. French awehga* from « night of wean, dreame to find the sua sb! ing broad and through the window of his bedroom: fea ret Lt: “That's it—Grimshaw.” come in! ‘write more now, for my hands are tied.” ‘ . to-day? se ee 6 “Papa,” said Efe, “what! “The thirtieth of March. “How long does it tako for a letter to go trom here hom “Two days, nearly,” ars jeft the room. said French Miss Grimshaw noted with a touch of regret thi: ww in his character, but she had not time to dwell upon ¢ For @ noise in the crowd reached er, “No, thank you, IT don’t want dolls,” said the voice. “Sure, what would I be doing with dolls at my age? No, thank you, I don't smoke, and if [ did I wouldn’t do it in a smoking- cap. No, thanks; I just looked in to “That's all I want to know,” said Mr. bg and there was a satisfied mall ty in his tone which, com- bine ith the soft stupidity of his manner and face, made Mr. Dash- ‘wood think of reptiles and those jelly- fish that blister and sting. “The row I had with Fretch,"* nald the artful Bobby, “showed me what the man was. 1 was up on the Downs one day when he was exercising bis “Good heavens!” said the horrified Giveen. ‘Was he burnt?’ “Wee who burnt?" “The chap with the petrol on him.” “Burnt! Why, they gathered up his ashes in a bucket. Didn't you read about ft in the papers?” “No,” said Giveen. “I didn’t.” They passed down the Strand. The night was clear and warm for the time of year, @ fortunate circum- He has come down here evidently to make sure that you are here. If he hadn't wandered into the » he might have found out what he wanted and gone back to London without our knowing, and then the next thing hi been & man in possessio; French rose up and ‘paced the floor several times without speaking, then ka: be ‘oke out: London by the 5 o'clock train. ters, that Mr. " Dashwood ‘had despatohed the night Fort ct Giveene Early next fag arrived the t (Hh ary before. his dressing to the door of ked “Giveen safe.” Mr, French, having read tt, put on Pleasant vision of own. ant, ronan over from his diMoulties, Carryo imshaw's room, and fateh the envelope un- favorite behing oa ont nd inee hen by all sorts of dream-people, and least, Violet Grimey’ face xhilaration of the vision clung him as be dreseed and bréakfasted. let- Of his illegal p wood had to face the immediate pros. days or ao. ein 7 the ‘undesirabilities, he winning post with bh when be told her Pig Ses py er | He had dreamed of the great raee;07 ho had seen in 9 glorfied vision the, ' field sweeping round Tottenham ner, Garryowen @ length abead of favorite; he had heard the roar of crowd, and had been 4 anatl De mane . Given, “ . reed by ben tathet + Bry ent Pg sae wnat, Wan Fone Gh, bd strange beastly horses, and he asked me what peered bey pot y yes Sos do eA pa lad ad Pearmee ith Enitvened oy the vg ao of this, nimi as he per and an envelope, dipped a pen 0, the Place. I've only left Ireland 1 wus doing there. What I was doing by St. Pauls, ead down Bish- Sel never atee bint row won te Teaw tea as he aprane, eutvot bed, pulled the bed "yy in ink, and began to addrese the t'@, day before yesterday, and ite there! Ag if the Downs belonged to treet. Tavis a08. blowing tae pats. WE away from the door, and opened it. Not # word had come from mata nvelope in a sprawling hand. half moidthered I am still with me him! And I told him to go and hang it anywhore néar here?” asked the good of following Sn? ‘The bleak morning had broken fully Dashwood since the letter cag Mella Journey. - by him, 2imself, and—as a matter of tact, be qiveen as they passed Whitechapel ga° wall leave nie alonoy.Botiar, to they, Seon Gtechssed It. ow upon tho marshlands and the the bottling” of. Givane, ba but 90 » be Bungalow, it was Mr. Giveon! Unseen by him, threat ned to kic« me." Church and turned Into the old coach- have it over at onée and bt ae ‘wag handed in Le 4 sea. A cold wind was blowing from in this case was good ind Rag Violet dari@d over to Dashwood pant- es,’ said Mr. Giveen, “he's great ing woad to liford. Woll, let them do the pm but 8 Chee ‘4 eeala Mien the southeast, bending the T° Ss Only three days oa we “Nr. Cloyne, Ireland,” 9E~ at Kicking, 1s Michae!. But he'll kick “rq what near here?” asked Bobby. they'll never get the horse, for as sure "What, I wonder, can he And bringing ‘with it the chilly Win and, the ‘eventtul iith, aud ie"? f rote EM. id ” J Bobby — Mr, Dashwood — he's once too often one of these days.” “The place we're going to." as Lewis takes possession I'll shovy. 2&¥e done to him, or how can he have of small waves breaking on the shore. Dashwood could only keep his Si ites che aitha the aveonanditia nee me a pends soasthey softly “On, it's about sixty or eighty him.” @ot round him?’ Electric white gulls w circling a er safe for three days more, i t in the blotting-pad “Mr. Glveen," and ehe pointed bim miles.” “Bhoot Mr, Lewis?” “I don't know what he’s done to Crying by the distant soa edge, be well. The chance that to ‘She took the sheet of paper, dipped he pen in ink, and wrote onthe pa- per with care and mbor: “Trust moe," said Mr. Dashwood. Next moment, he was in the midst “He will,” said Bobby, T'd give anything to get even with him and pay him back. I say, what brought you into that bazaar place?” “Stxty or eighty miles!” “Yes. That's nothing to a car like this. You just eee how I'm going to “No, the horse.” He strode out of the room, and by the back entrance to the bungalow him,” said her companion, “but I the marble-gray clouds were running know one thing, him, and it he round mers he'll never he’ rapidly overhead, him ane shut the door on this dismal might not win Mg race never urred to Bren to fter brea fast ‘he went out on * i ; d turned his attention to Downs to watch the colt taking ‘April fool! of the sweltering mob, boring his way “What ‘brought me in?” sata Make her hum. [ haven't had @ car found the stableyard. over he'll find he’s made b +y ty ety Ps Then, having dried these words of diligently through it, his eyes and ears Giveon. “Why, what else but a girl?” like this to drive @ince I came out of Moriarty was in the yard, complet- _ “Well,” said the girl, * er tava as repia exerci ‘wisdom, she placed the sheet of note- oy the alert for the sight of the gray “A girl?” that beastly regen) ge pe ing a trap of his own invention, @ happened has happened. Ne yt ae, 1 i vetangre tabs she tans. toe Pe Ro ted the City and Subur- ,. eg env —_ ee | Dineaem thd tweods and the sound of the Irish ; “Faith, the prettiest girl T ever eaw, ol ie eck hin toca 9 thing simple as aii fatal as death, done our Dost, and if We are beaten, Srewmood inden Wein cuca ol cee course been ‘ je later as she and Mis: M- voice, ‘was coming along the street here, and artful as the mind of its maker. © ol nd there . haw walked through the village E It was at the refreshment stall that looking for some one to ask them You say—did I understand 78° aig Mins Grimshaw had spoken strongly 80me satisfaction In that. Sane. Sean aes Ra Sed | wade fare tees Cat, — oe | je left Violet and ran into the poat- rh found his prey. where French lived, when a motor- wee th to Mrs. Driscoll about the poaching. The day passed, bringing no news bed went out now opening the had ever possessed, J Mice where she mailed her letter. . Mr. Given, with @ cup of tea in one oar stopped at that red-brick place, YOu way?” | i uestions,” Catching rabbits and such things from Mr. Dashwood. The next day “gutta, door, found ‘several hu! Violet asked to whom it was. EMe hand and a bun in the other, was and out of the motor-car steps a girl Pont jpother ane swith questions.” might be excusable, said Miss Grim- also passed without news; but by pm vandal ry etet ifr ciaing, jaded by saying it was a letter her taixing to Miss Smith-Jackson, who With a face like a tea rose. T! replied Mr. Dashwood, “for ahaw, but poaching sheep and eggs the early post of the third day arrived corner of tho oa ther had given her to post and that bad warned her not to speak of it Violet, which made Miss C ry indignant with French. ly spoke to him all evening. te that night, Effie's sobs woke household. Violet and French She imshaw ‘was replying in icy monosyllables. “One and six, please,” said the stall ‘And for what, if you please? D» you mane to tell me you're going to charge me one and six for a cup of tea and a bun?" stant her eye lit on me sho smiles. Now, when a girl miles at a follow like that, what does it mean?” “That she's fallen in love with you, of cou replied Mr, Dashwood, looking at the face and figure of his companion as one looks at a Toby talk to me when I'm driving T'm sure to do something wrong.” CHAPTER XI. HEN Miss Grimshaw eaw Bobby leading Mr, Giveen ‘was indefensible. 1t was robbery, in fact, and should it come to her eare again she would inform Mr, French, Stoutly denying all knowledge of the fact, Mrs. Driscoll, listened to the words of the governess and conveyed them to Moriarty. a letter, The envelope was shabby and dirty, and the address was written in pencil, Mr. French tore the thing open, and all the same, read: “Dear French—I've psigeeeiae we. \ his with pen ed into her room. Effie mumbled “sour charge is one and sixpence.” JU on a Hogarth print, allured yet to the basaar entrance she “gneep?” said Mor! I'm scribbling t onqi ~ ething ebout a letter; the letter «May I never swallow bite or aup Tehsled by (te erapeequenens, what returned to her duties with at bis haformers "Whst “sheep “loos Ihave eu nota and Larue :; posted. in if this isn’t the biggest ‘ , 1 It's the letter you gave her to- Sver came across! And I paying does a fellow do when a girl looks at eo Mstracted a mind thet Oe ener - Writing tt on the ot aot of fing; "said Violet to French pence at the door to get in, and they Him Ike that but follow her? So in ghe sold a seven-and-sixpenny tea- BS + 5, Fanaa Nahas. ani none got Giveen up to my rooms tn I never gave her a letter,” put 4m told me, when I asked them, the re- 1 Weng, and a chap at the door stops cioth to Mra, Passover, the sanitary i ae pe ry meee fown, and when I had him there i Gaiy’ made it up" said Hme! [rarhments were freo, I won't pay Phe, SINE’ my ihe bazaar? says tnspector’s wife, for two and sixpence, Cat's in,” wan The [didn’t in the least know what to only made it up," said Ei ‘ f q ai ther never gave me anything. Te Me was at this moment that Mr, he. ‘What are they doin’ there?’ says and was only conscious of the fact rh ‘Oh, eat ould yell, -wethor? fare, ask 3 Bie, Ry ne heathy only my letter to Cousin Dick.” pashwood struck in. I. ‘Selling things,’ gays he. ‘I want @ when she was reminded of it by Miss !t was to keep him from the cowld you. I got our what?" gaid French. wrote to make an April fool of Vhat did you shy?” asked French; there was a tension in his voice erceived by his daughter, but evident to Miss Grimshaw, and in to Norah and Mrs, Driscoll, who listening outsi MH only said ‘April fool,’ replied le, who had passed now into the ‘Excuse me,” said Bobby, address- ing the vendors, “but this gentleman is Irish and unacquainted with our customs, The whole of this, I belleve, is a mistake, and if he will step out- sido with me, 1 will explain every- thing to him, I am sure that, as an n gentleman, he will agree with 6 that little affairs about money otter settled In private Now, that's common sense,” sald cup of tea,’ says I, ‘but I'm not goin’ to pay sixpence to go in and get it! ‘Oh,’ he says, ‘they give refreshment away for nothing to such as you.’ So in I went.’ “Just so," cut in Mr, Dashwood. “See here, when are you going back to town?" “By the half-past five train.” Mr. Dashwood looked at his watch, “It wants ten minutes to 5. We Blimon, the presiding genius of the otal, On the pretext of a headache she released hersélf at 5 o'clock and made directly for The Martens, where she found Mr. French emoking @ cigar and reading @ novel, and utterly ob- livious of the fact that he had prom- we put him there, And was it our fault if he committed suicide end killed himself and skinned himself and then hung himself up in quarthers?”" All the game, from that day he pald BO more attention to the comfort of the sheep of the neighborhood, con- fining himself to emailer game. ‘ortarty,” said Mr. French, “Mr, Giveen has found out where we are. He'a been down here to-day and it’s “He told me straight out that he was going to set Lewis on you, I hired a motor-car, brought some proviwions, got Giveen into ‘we car, and motored areh ties, Sows, bare 2 to @ cottage which 4 uncle of mine, and which he used for duck shooting, bundles ola basket stood by the Alling this with fuel a and stil returned to the cottage, Gtveen was still snoring, and Dashwood, who had no desire of household shed and a dozen or 50 of frewood by the sont AR |, and, he Mr. for hia walked somehow deficient in her knowledge management. When he hed untinned it geome biscuite on « eae: & tongue, i do yroneb, as he took Boye’ Ctr toe distant horses Saet x . betes oben back toward him. in’ in th it heal a Comey, » of lege, me 0! t shoott d the basaar. ling @, & wan smile lighting the gentleman from Ireland. ‘I may as well got to the station, Have !sed to attend t all up with us.” place in the world, on the Essex i Com een . teats the pleasure of your ac- another drink?” “What's up?” sald French, putting = -aaith, sorr,” said Mortarty, “and coast; not a soul within miles, ful, seeming to find nothing e: id you put any address on the quaintance, sir, but I place me honor | “Well, I don't mind if I do,” said hie book and reading glasses down I'm not surprised. The only ‘wonder only sea-gulls, Of course, Giveen inary in his position, but fencing re our hands.” pas Mr. Given, who worked on a BS ed end staring at we. girl, wanes face to mi fe Be didn’t find us out before.” bushes coming down, but only the ‘0. You remember when I wrote “Come on, then,” sald Mr. Dash- principle of never refusing anything and manner were eloquent of news, “Wel 's found us now, anyhow, mulldly. him last year on the Ist of April, wood, and, taking the other by the he could get for nothing. “He's come.” and es haseos to him! There's only “A happy t it occurred rection of Siam, and— . be you gaid I ought to put ‘April arm, he led the way through the —_—_—_—_— Who?” one thing. Mr, Dashwood has got me, and | preter to be slig! noted—with his eye ever wandering ye that alse ” Well, I put ‘April fool,’ just the crowd toward the door. He guided CHAPTER X. “Mr, Given." hold of him, and ta sticking to . ly balmy. I told him I was the to the door. re the "xamination day, ne as then.” Giveen to a nearby bar, ASHWOOD, piloting hi hd owner of Garryowen sprang to Not that I expen: bE7 us do meh Pe King of Siam—that quieted him. After breakfast Mr. Dashwood wrote Bete Be) ‘git through Hie'll know her writing,” groaned “Now we're all right,” said Bobby, R. D. » piloting hie Moriarty, Put his He's dead certain he's in the grip the letter we have seen to Mr. b, the, wise ones. Well. it's the neti, speaking aloud, yet to him- taking his seat and rapping on the ‘undesirable companion, led come, bas eet Where te be? down on By) aloe yA of “4 of @ lunatic, and aske ques- and put it in his’ pocket, yith a view wid ‘& horse, sorr! *S Ge ‘Then, if fearing to trust him- counter with a half sovereign, “Coa the way to the station, He's come, has he Kitchen, pursed his lips and stood tions. I make him do 600! R finding some means of se poh verthrainin’, to speakyto the child, he turned yourself up on tMat stool, What'll where they arrived ten min. _ “Stop!” sho md, halt with one hand caressing his foxy chin, ing, such as it is, and the wash- . told the servants in the passage gone to their beds. Some with me,” he said to Miss you have? “Thanks, I'll have a stone ginger beer and a biscuit, if it’s all the same utes before the train was due. trighte: with the ferocity ‘of the Mtereots French, “It mayn’t be 80 bad as you think. ‘Mr, Dashwood is with him, “And where has Mr. Dashwood got him, sorr?” asked he, after @ mo- ments allence. ue—not that I’ ing up. f never let him out of my sight for 4 moment, and I sleep at night with my bed drawn across t @ walk on the salt marshe dinner, with an old which he discovered drawer, they begr: + when Effie had at last lain to you.” On the La shwe going to do what he can. don't know.” jar-my~ Saeed of her sin and its ter- A whiskey and soda, a stone gin- ¢p way te Londen, Dashwood no use in violence, Sit down i any, chanoe, sort, @'you think door, The whole thing is, like neighbor, and duak closed on that te come into the sitting-room.” and some biscuits, please, UsKt up a plan, His uncle owned gr4'tisten to me, and I'll tell you all he's left the place what you'd read of in @ book; rible day and found thom sitting wit went into the sitting-room, onner.”” @ but far down on the coast where about it,” hasn't, and we cou! et . a4 but it’s too awful for words. Hi out candles or lights +4 a sort A 4 ir. French put his candle on the “Now, look here,” sald Mr, Giveen. son” nes he went duck shooting, It reno gat tig) in Re chaise from tH aad up oan pl aooms mothees, ane me the embers of the fire, Mr. areal Ci “Do you happen to know ay one of w; gacant now. which he Just arisen. 6 anima: meat - . ro's a Kottle of fish,” sald he. | the name of French that's staying In Nig pyocar ‘grat, Lonyine CHvee® ®t Fury which the idea of Given excited “Well, sorr, there's p loose-box be- cults, ‘and now my tobacco ia.give Had he bean obstrepe sis put no address on the paper,” the neighborhood?” ms, iby hired @ motor car, in tis mind might have given cause aide the wan The in.’ ing out. 4) you m some ad Se eg Fy Miss Grimshaw, “but’ “Michael French, do you mean?” 4nd provisioned it for a fortnight; to grave resulta had the image come , “You mean we might look him up s0me, only | a the 99 feel pam mtg a ry | ¢ postmark.” “That's him." and, returning, announced to Gi within striking distance; and, Uttle there?” a t+ Fa Hp Hy woul es, the postmark. I was think- “Oh, good heavens! I should think that he was going to take him to din. Plame to him, for here was Garry- sorr, sure to mi a of that. There is one comfort, [ did An awful chap, I had a row owen trained to @ turn. Weeks and . “He'd never come, and ,if he a4, myfor. 2 will stick to nr py me ~s a iateotie ae the postmark may be il- with him.” ner, months of care and the gentus of he'd shout 7} lace down.’ eure d ok 4 ry pe r on mee You know how difficult it is “Did you now? So you had a row Glveen was glad at the prospect of Moriarty had brought the colt to that __“Fatth, h ‘tient enous, forr, lke te ore Sens One, give my = ie posi nn One 2e See pa Pord with him? Faith, he's always rowing free meal, ao he followed with great point of perfection whioh leavew noth- Wid ® rope ag tebe: SH Of The Maree” | evasion, foe sprepiion, ‘ said Trench with Je, and’ it's my pellet he'll Goonty to’ the 7 vied IN to be desired but the racing day. . We, couldnt keep him ton days, Fonch read a wapertes te, ender! “This postmark too often, y to the car and scrambled only few days separated them trom 924 he'd have Ney action against by to eg oie an aa tor sat 5, it Is as plain as “Do you know him?" said Bobby. aboard, Bobby followed, the supreme moment when, tf Fate '4 care about that, Bee at Bobby's watch had I know 4t, for it's <now him!" said Mr. Giveen, “Are you used to motor cars?” were propitious, the blaek-and-yellow 2& orarty winnaar ig sven carn” said 2ir, Sivonen Bad ao Simeolnes, Hane be- this sort of thing that happens in “None better. I Just came down to ed Bobby as they started, colors of Drumgool would be carried “Down with ¢0 the vill and oh ite be had finished. et eo And happens to mo. The letter ask after him, but, since I've met you, | "No, faith, I've never driven in one first past the winning post. ‘The pos grater aN ty Yotgts, He, Village aad nev e near@ word againet Cl ‘awning, dragged his bed to the door ‘ KL wet lost f the mail packe n i my can tell me all I want to know." before. And are you used to driving sibility of winning small fortune tu wie Mr Deseo neh Rand, again. Wasn't tt clover of him? “Ate e fight of the filckering fire and . a shark would ro om” “py ted, I’ re," pe alm 4 cleveres: ‘whole bual- Me ies Mall bugs and swallow it, and o's not gor horace down here?” "Ol Dow, to thwart hitn of hie deste and TH,a0, lt. Get him wp here! tall him the eae ia the waste Be telncaas rented Ne Se een euusht, and be cut open, es, so I belie “Oh, pretty well.” “Do you ever have accidents?” now, to thwart him of his desire and cripple him for life, here came Dick T want to #ee him, We may as well a i Goorws any bother afterw: fe the King of Siam part, for and, judging by ee sound of flied ttage, to sleep. r would go on by ne And ho's got his Uttle daughter “Accidents! Rather, That's half Giveen. he ” y Heed hen | Be dove ; and the governess with btm?!" the fun. The last accident I had the what took him into the wet, corr into the stables and practical Ga wen oeee. ak ‘ive ue a lo pane mia | n't done,” said sh Yes, { believe he has a child and car turned turtle and pinned the fel- asked he, when the girl had elpped on his jacket. An hour later daya now to the 18th. You are mov- by cries a oe the night out 5 4 sapidly and with vel a young lady is staying with him, low that was with us under the en- finished her story. he returned from the village with ing the horse to Major Lawson's sta- clouds broken and a Soenmee Pll wet the better of t a Miss im—something.’ gine, The petrol spilt on him and a “Providence, 1 believe,” replied Miss the news that Mr. Dashwood and the bles at Epsom on the 18th, aren't pd sv canting ber Eee rene the do something, and we have “Grimshaw.” spark act 4 on fire,” » “Just fancy, if be igdn's strange gentleman had departed for gout” ¥ ate ae a