Burlington weekly free press. [volume] (Burlington, Vt.) 1866-1928, 1886-03-26


condition. Oh, no. shall merely send round
to the stables and have the dogs loosed. or |
may even send as far as the village and fetch
the constable | shall not interfere further
than that"
Hervey muttered what Frank knew was
an oath. He turned away as if about to take
Franks warning. Suddenly he changed his
mind and came back
Does Mr. Talbert know his niece's adj
dressN he asked
For a second Frank felt almost sick His
interrogation had tried to ask the question as
if it bore no hidden meaning, but he had
failed. As by inspiration Frank knew that
this man. whoever he might be- was aware
that Beatrice had fed. mo, - he said, look
ing him straight in the face, Mr.. Taibert
does not know it,"
without word Hervey turned and strobe
away Frank, with his head in a ferment,
walked across to the library Dimly he
guessed at somethng-not the truth, but
something which from its vague terrors was
worse than the truth. And in consequence
of that half-formed guess he turned traitor
at once and began TO fight on Beatrce's side,
ready TO aid her and to Keep her unces in
the dark He paused at the door, and called
to Whitaker Whitaker came. you set
that fellow down properly, Mr.. Carruthers."
he said approvingly.
Did II If were you, Whitaker, should
not mention the affair to your masters"
Sir said Whitaker, with emotion Il
should be ashamed to b. eathe word about
it. Both Mr.. Horace and Mr. Herbert
would be SO mortified al the thought of
servant of theirs being called such an 90
probrious epithet.'
81 should not mention it to the maids
either, Whitaker"
Sir exclaimed Whitaker, in tone OF
great surprise.
An | forgot to whom | was speaking.
| beg your pardon, Whitaker quite
forgot"
Eyes, sir, you did" said Whitaker, with
true dignity; but, nevertheless, if only in
order to show there was no i'll feeling TAX
ing the two half crowns which Frank ten
dered him
Who was this man so anxious to ascertain
Beatrfces whereabouts Leaving out of the
question his ungentemanly behavior to
Whitaker, instinct told Carruthers that he
was not Of the class from which Beatrice
drew her friends Spurious metal; no eigh-
teen carat stamp anywhere, he felt certain.
Horace and Herbert would look gentlemen,
whether dressed in the pink of fashion or
lounging about i'll ragS-not that they ever
did the latter-so, although he was too
modest to add his own name, would Frank
Carruthers. But this fellow
Sud enly Carruthers started from his un
happy musings. Why had he let the man
got Why not have forced him to say for
what purpose he wanted the address, He
took his hat and ran quickly down the drive
and along the lane in the hope of overtaking
the man. te ran right down to the village,
but saw nothing of him. Hervey had
caught passing cab, and was now well on
his way back to Blacktown, and carrying
the pleasant reflection that Baatrices man
ner of getting out of her difficulty had put
him into a cleft stick. He began t. wish he
had been contented with IN Dnev, and fore
gone revenge In the nineteenth century an
attempt at revenge proves failure in nine
ty-nine cases cut of hundred
Although Carruthers did not find the man
he wanted he found some one else-Sylvanus
Mordle. Sylvanus and his tricycle. formed
the centre of sympathetic group of vii
layers. Something had gone wrong with
the metal stee1, AMI the curat, smiling as if
a foundered tricycle. was one of the greatest
unexpected blessings that can visit clergy
man, was examining wheels, spokes, cranks
and chains. Various suggestions some
prompted by rustic wit, were hazarded by
lockers on Got the staggers;' wants a
feed, poor thing" light fire under him,
sir" etc, etc. Syvanus took the Jokes of
his flock in good part, but, presently looking
up, saw Carruthefs among the spectators
He left his helpless machine, and the two
friends shook hands warmly
Here" said Mordle, turning to his flock
bring that affair to my house. some of you
Now, old fellow" to Frank come and have
a chat Heard YOU were to be down this
week. Come to my lod 5ingS." He took
Franks arm and swept him away
Cant give You more than cup of tea"
he continued. tobacco ami tea-that's the
worst Of bein:, in the church. Can't dare to
offer friend whisky until after 10 o'clock
at night. An enemy night go by I'M
awares."
He rattlel on merrily, and appeared to be
in the highest spirits. This, of course, was
because he felt certain that Franks second
visit to Onhbury would not have been paid
had Beatrice remained all unattainable prize
Frank only came again because he felt sure
that second attempt would mean success.
Lots t, say to you-lots" jerked out Syl-
vanus a they entered his rooms Fan
Shave writes me that You are going to give
up coaching. Want to hear all about it; but
wait till the teas made. Ever see me make
tear
Wonderful thing tea is, he continued.
"Cheap tea helps Christianity tremendously.
Great blessing" He put the already steam
ing kettle fully on the fire, and opened
canister. IL, Sylvanus Mordle, found
out the error of modern tea-making People
max it as they made it twenty years ago,
when it cost seven and six pound spoon
full each head, one for the pot. l go on a
sliding scale, according to price" He abso-
lutcly shoveled in the tea, and dashed the
boiling water on it. "Now two minutes,
and then pour The aroma the soul of the
tea, is caught Taste"
Frank thought that even an aroma must
be cunning and subtle if it managed to es-
cape this bustling, energetic parson. The
tea was certainly good,
Now" said Mordle, stretching out his
long legs, ''tel me the news
During the process of tea making Frank
had been rejecting He saw that he wanted
aid-more aid than Horace and Herbert,
whose one idea was to conceal Bcatrice's
flight from the neighborng gossips, could