The Roanoke times. [volume] (Roanoke, Va.) 1890-1895, 1893-07-22

Robert, and no interference. All that,
Bester had to do was to follow Lady
Lisburn, and if she was in any danger
to wire Sir Robert at once. and himself
take such steps as he might think were
necessary.
"That's the way" said Mr.. Bester.
with appreciation; "take things calmly.
Much better in the long run 1 ought
to know. I've been at it in the yard
and out of the yard 30 year come next
FEBRUARY"
IL suppose you have had some inter
esting cases to deal with" remarked Sir
Robert politely.
Mr.. Bester stood up and looked at
himself in the mirror for q moment and
then sat down again heavily.
THE most interesting" he said, "are
them that nobody don't deal with"
Mr.. Bester took another sip from his
tumbler and essayed to rest one knee on
the other, but found the position for a
gentleman of his rotundity uncomfort-
and relinquished the endeavor.
Look here, Sir Robert" said Mr.. Bes-
ter, there's Il case in point. Just what
You may call a little incident: Look
here. This" taking a wax match from
the box and sticking it upright on the
table)-''thisi is Mr.. BERTHE Ellenborough,
and this" (taling another and sticking it
upright)-"this is Miss-Miss Whatsher-
name. Reilly, forgit the name. How
ever, that don't matter"
The door opened softly, but neither of
the men noticed it.
Very well then. Few years ago Mr.
BERTHE Peterborough Chats this one)
knows Miss Whatshcrname Chats this
one), and she loves him and writes him
warm, rapturous letters-letters that she
would be ashamed now to read, or for
anybody else to read. Still. good girl,
mind you. Mr.. BERTHE comes up town,
forgets her, goes to bad, slips himself
off to America and gets worse and
worse. He becomes hard up, and what
does lie do then but blackmail Miss
Whatshername.
Damned scoundrel!' exclaimed Sir
Robert heartily.
"Blacknails her. happens to go
out to trace Il chap, and l meets Mis-
ter BERTHE i'll bar, and he tells me all
about it."
Ought to be hangedr' remarked Sir
Robert
But that isn't the worst l tells him
for a lark that I'm a bit of scamp my
self and brags IL bit, and then Mr. Ber-
tie goes one better and assures me that
he burned those letters long ago, and he
was only pretending he'd still got them.
That beats anything, don't it? There's
Il scamp for you. Making a regular in
come out of it too
Girl married. wonder:"
$50 understand said Mr.. Bester.
Poor girl said Sir Robert. wonder
who her husband isl
Sir Robert" said voice. They had
not turned OH the light, and the roon,
was growing dark.
My love-" he said.
"They told me you wanted to see me-"
said Lady Lisburn, land, my dear, I'm
Pm not going. couldnot have known
what | was talking about Just now"
my dear heart exclaimed Sir Rob
ert delightedly, tell me what it was
that was worrying your
why, absolutely nothing" answered
his wife decidedly. There was no ex-
cuse for it."
They took each others hands.
"Shall | look in again. Sir Robert?"
said Mr.. Bester respectfully. He had
| been standing aside and pretending, with
excellent SAVIOR faire, to look ont of the
window
"Oh, beg your pardon, Bester," said
Sir Robert. mo, yon needn't look in
again. III send your people check for
| yoI,, trouble ct iona. G,,o++o