Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1886-12-06

He knew a scoundrsl tvhen he sa,o one.
Mr. Foy looked at him rather suspiciously
my time is not my own just now" he
said. "It you'll send me your letter I'll put
it into Spanish for you, but have no time
to call at your hotel"
This was said with a decided tone that set
tied the question.
Il see," thought the vicar Gle is not the
man to walk into any little trap l may set
for him."
an send the letter to your private ad-
dress this evening"" he sail.
"You hal better send it here I live q
little way out Of Grandchildren"
The vicar assented. wish d Mr.. Foy "Good
morning" and went away Ten minutes
afterward he went back to Kibble & UNI
pleby's, saw the clerk he had seen first, and
said:
Il may as well have Mr.. Foy's address, In
case shouldn't be able to get my letter
written before he leaves busine s."
Certainly. sir. Mr. Foy lives at Par
minter-Rose Cottage, Lawson lane"
Thanks may not want to send to him
Their, but it's - well to be on the safe side
Good morning."
Good morning, sir" said the clerk aloud.
sFidgety old gentleman" he calculated, in
wardly
Parmnter was rustic village seven
miles from Grand chester 1t did not lie in
the direction affected by Grandchester mer-
chants or Grandchester tradespeople Here
were no Gothic mansions, no fair Italian
Villas springing like mushrooms from the
soil-one year a confusion of lime and NOR
tar tubs, stacked flooring boards and rough
hewn stone, and the next all smiling among
geranium beds and ribbon bordering, velvet
lawns and newiy-planted shrubberies None
OF the commercial wealth of Grandcheste
had found its way to Parminter Tho vii
lage was still vilage-a mere cluster of
hoorers cottage, two or three old home
steads. and half dozen small dwellings of
shabby genteel type
Among these last was Rose Cott,oa a
small, square house, with plaster walls.
fright with greenery and scarlet berries
even IN this wintry season. A bow window
below, rustic lattices above. inst ucn .
house as man with considerable taste and
an II 9 1nsderabe income would choose for
hin SO t. The small garden in front of tho
bow window was in admirable order. vet
the place had a deserted look somehow. Mr..
Leworthy thought, as he rang the bell
de rang once, twice three times with no
more effect than il Rose Cottage had been a
toy house inhabited by Dutch dolls This
was aggravsting. There was meadow on
one side OF the cottage. where half a dozen
sheep were browsing contentedly. The vicar
climbed the hurdle which divided this pas
ture from Lawson lane and went round to
the back of the cottag, Here there was a
small garden, neatly AMI tastefuly laid out,
but there was no more appearance OF human
life at the back of the house than in the
front
a suppose nv gentleman comes home at
night and lets himself in with latch kew
the vicar said to himself. much provoked at
having Travelled seven miles without result
He was climbing the hurdle on his return
to the lane when a small girl in a very short
skirt-a girl of timil as rect. carry ng beer
jug-dropped him courtesy and said:
Please, sir, was it you a-ringing of that
bell just now"
"Was it meH CALCULATED the vicar, impa-
tiently. Eyes, it were"
Continued to morr0ic.l