The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1895-09-22
CHAPTER 1.-THE SINGULAR CON.
TENTS OF A GUN-CASE.

1t was between 3 and o'clock, and the
heat was almost overpowering Terence.
laden with luggage, stepped out of the
little station into the dusty road and
started for the village the Struggling cot
tages of which were in sight He found
two ms; one was a pretentiously pic
turesque, modern building, such as al
ways springs up in the neighborhood of
an important country seat 1t is always
kept by an old servant of the family
always boasts of its connection with the
Hall. or Castle. and is always outrageously
dear. This one was called THE Copleston
Arms"
Luckily for Terence, there was a small
Ter. humber hosiery at hand, an old
whitewashed house, much older than the
other. devoured by jealousy of it's newer
rival. The artist made straight for the
blue Boar" and entered with a friendly
greeting to the gray-haired, ruddy-cheek-
ed landlord. who relieved him of his easel
with a familiar hand.
Lots of you artist gentlemen comes
here, sir" he said with smile.
Lots of us artist tramps, you mean,"
said Terence gaiy.
The landlord shook his head deprecat-
ingly.
"They all come here, and they all says
to me: Mr.. Yetton, saw they, none of
your red brick and gables for me- says
they. Give ME a good. honest, solid
house, that has stood for two hundred
years, and that's game to stand for two
hundred more. Yes. sir; come this way
sir. That's what artist gentlemen always
say to me. sir; and if anybody ought to
know a good thing, sir, why, it's them,
to be surer
Alas. for the by-gone days Time had
been when Mr.. Yetton had looked down
upon artists with their light luggage and
light purses, and had left them to the
attention of the barmaid and the boots.
But now that that mushroom ''Copleston
Arms" attracted the Weather guests
THE Blue Boar" was farming perforce
to see the merits Of comparatively humble
tourists.
Terence ate his dinner in the little COT
ree-room, to an accompaniment or hum
ming of bees in the sweet-scented garden
behind the inn. Then he had d pipe and
after that, the day was waning and
the heat growing less, he strolled as far
as the gates of Ingatestowe park He
looked through the massive ironwork of
the gates, and seeing an official looking
person cycling him curiously from the
lodge inside, Terence addressed him. ask
ing whether one could get permission TO
go inside.
Yes" replied the man, still examining
him suspiciously, "but you've got to leave
your name and address in here with me-"
Terence was rather offended by the
mans tone.
Thanks" said he, mockingly 'N1v
name and address are too important to
be given to the first conner. 1 think I'll
stay outside"
To his great amusement the mans gaze
became more suspicious than ever and
when Terence walked away the lodge
keeper came through the gates to watch
him as he disappeared round a bend in
the wall. In spite of his amusement
Terence was disappointed that he had
not been through the gate. A stroll and
smoke under those big trees would have
been delightful, and a peep he got through
the trees of the old house itself excited
his curiosity to see more of it, He hung
about the walls for a long time. caught a
glimpse of the detective he had seen At
the station, and amused himself idly bv
pretending TO avoid that intelligent Of