Catoctin clarion. [volume] (Mechanicstown, Md.) 1871-1940, 1893-08-17

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new to Caleb S. Harkness.
Quite, he answered, but am not
going to tell you how.
In lew minutes they had found a
seat beneath a marvellous stand of dow-
ers, and she was chatting away like
schoolgirl. while he listened and added
here and there keen comment or a
humorous suggestion.
Presently sue began talking Of her.
self, and, in natural sequence, Of her
husband, of their home in England, Of
his career and Of her hatred Of politics.
And she added suddenly at the
end Of it, here is my husband
'Ahl he said in a peculiar. dull
voice, this is your husband Z?
She was smiling upon the man who
approached, beckonlng to him to come
with her eyes, as women sometimes do.
She turned sharply upon Harkaess, her
attention caught by something in his
voice.
Yes she answered.
Uarkness had risen with clatter of
his sword on the polished floor and
stood awaiting the Introduction.
MY husband-Aimlral Harkness.
The men bowed, and before they
could exchange a word fair young
man came up.
'Phew-this is worse than Simla,' he
said-then. offering his arm to Lady
Storrel, Alice, he continued, 4 have
discovered some ices-the most lovely
lces.'
They moyed away, the lady fayoring
Harkness with little no |, leaylng the
two tallest men in the assembly facing
each other.
Wien they we're gone, Caleb s. Hark
ness and Lord Storrcl locked into each
others eyes.
so, said Harkness, lapsing suddenly
into q twang. she waited
The other nodded. He raised his
perfectly sloyed hand to his mustacne,
which he tuggcd pensiyely TO either
side.
Yes, he answered, he waited
Then he looked round the room, and
seeing that they were almost alone he
moyed toward the seat ust vacated by
his wife.
Come and sit down. he said, and l
will tell you little story
Does she know 1t p inquired llark-
hess when they We're seated,
No.
Then | don't want to hear it
You'd better keep 1t to yourself, l recA-
on
/ should like to tell you some Of it
for my own sake. l Ioa 1T want you to
90 away thinking-something that is
not the fact.
i would rather not have the story,
persisted Hardness. This American
had some strange notions Of bygone
virtue called chivalry. Give me few
facts. l will string them together
Lord Storrel was sitting forward on
his low char, with his hands clasped
between his knees. They were rather
large hands-suggestiye of manual la
Dor.
SUPPOSE he said, without looking
round, that man is in a street row IN
Dublin when no one knows he is even
in the town. Suppose the-er-En-
s!ish eide OF the question is getting bat
tered, and he hits out and kills drunk.
en- beast.
Suppose an innocent man is accused
of it. and the right chap is forced to
come forward and show up under false
name-and gets five years.
Suppose he escapes after three and
half and goes home saying that he has
been IN America cattle ranching, hav.
ing always been scapegrace and a
ne'er do we'll, who never wrote home
when he had gone off in huff.
Suppose he had tried all this for the
sake Of "a glrl, and he had carried it
through H.
Caleb Hardness had discovered that
the identity of the British plenlpoten-
tiary had become known to some OF the
more curious Of the presidents guests,
who were now moaning innocently
around them as they sat. lie moyed
in his chair, as If to rise.
'Yes-I can suppose all that ne SAID.
The Englishmans nerve was marvel
GUS. He saw what Hardness had seen
a moment before, and oyer his face came
the bland smile Of An intelligent En-
glshman talking naval matters with
an American admiral.
OF course said he, Il AIN at your