The aegis & intelligencer. [volume] (Bel Air, Md.) 1864-1923, 1896-04-17

| when that silly Iitti" Mrs. ErObis5er
quoted her perturbed husband with
the truth. He imagined, / think, that
Il burglars sole object would be shoot
or steal Mrs. Frobisher. or course
the game was rather spoit, for VIC
might have had Il good long burglar
hunt.
| The men went again to to the smo<
ing room. Major Turner said SOM
thing about iumbago when he csrue
in. otherwise they took the thing
rather well. Dicky merelyremarlled, i
| believe Glad didn't bother about
it.''
'kittie, you win Mr.. Pilkington,
said Lena afterward, though the Ma
.iior was good second. The burgiar
probably, would have got out OF the
| window, and the lumh ago is in many
ways worse than burglar. He's "A
dear old thing. shall make his Cruel
myself if he does get bad"
My man was an inglorious last,
said Mildred, triumphantly.
What, Dicky?'' asked Lena. Il
didn' notice him. What did he do?'
with Il mastery inaction.' att
swered Mildred. smiling maliciousIv
at me, he stayed i'll the smoking
| room, mounting guard over cigars
=.
| who was immensely pleased at the
Deans behavior as the Church Mil
tant, argues an entirely bad moral
disposition
Several other people made several
other severe remarks about Dicky.
I'VE shall have to try him for COW
ardice,h said Lena. I'VE might play
| at that tomorrow night
| went to bed, and left Lena arrang-
ing the details of the game.
| At breakfast next day poor little
| Dicky got freely snubbed, and Mr..
| Pilkington smiled with placid air of
| herOism. | had to pretend to thank
| him for winning the sweep for me
! Afterward | overheard him remark to
| Mrs. FOlkes that she mustn't be too
| hard on the little beggar." Magma
ninity is the kind of quality that such
a man rcvels in. Altogether l was
very much annoyed Dicky didn't
smiled when Lena told him of the
trial. and departed to the summer
house with a novel and a pipe.
| went out to talk to him soon al
terward.
"Hullo Miss Anstey,n he said, as
came near, you'd better not speak to
me. Unclean, unclean.
shut up, Dicky," | answered |
What does Il all mean?"
'Oh, only that I'm coward, Miss
Anstey," he replied with smile, "anI |
Pilllington is a hero. Have they got
him laurel crown yet?''
Don't be silly said. What did |
you do it for?''
Il am to be tried tonight" he an
swered, and you mustn't attempt to |
extract admissions from me. BY the |
way, who is the learned prosecutor?
Miss Warning
The Lord hath delivered-Do yoI |
ever bet?' he chuckled.
I've backed you for good many |
gloves already, Dicky," ! said
"1ou'vea taste for backing out |
siders' have you, Miss Anstey?" he |
answered well, it would spoil it for |
you if / told you; but don't hedge.
There's only one thing more I'm pray
ing for"
| couldn't extract anything less or
acular from him except thaG he WAS |
reading kipling to cultivate taste |
for spurious bravery. He strOlled |
across the lawn soon afterward with 1t |
large white feather in his buttonhoIe,
and went out for Il long walk.
At dinner Dicl<y was quiet and sad |
very little. But he whispered to me.
Try to make Miss Warning angry.
The thicker she lays it on, the better |
it'll be-"
Mildred said afterward, ''Dicky's
got something up his sleeve"
Has he?" she said anxiously.
What is it -
His arm | answered.
Mildred, like most superior persons, |
IL.
| am told ancient it had the desired |
effect. l wanted to do my best not |
only for Dicky, but for myself, for | |
had been piunginE on the result of The |
trial during the day to an extent that |
alarmed me.
You'll get horribly scored off, Mil |
dred, went on. II believe he II |
just laugh your case out of court His |
cross examination of Mr. Pilkington |
ought to be lovely"
''Oh is this his idea - said Mildred; |
and | left her in a state Indignation |
connecting further pleasautries Tor |
the lucEless Dicky.
As the evening was warm. we held |
the trial i'll the garden. Mildred made, |
Il most offensive speech about DicllY. |
"Fashion's popinjay," FIN -desiecle |
swoons," chicken hearted tailors |
model were, | remember, among he |
gems of her denunciati0n. Major Tur !
uer, who was Judge, tried to moderate |
her once or twice, and Lena whispered |
to me that she would make Mildred an |
apple pie bed. But it was the euio- |
GUM on Mr.. Pilkington that was the |
most interesting part of her speech, |
for it concluded 1t mel0lranatic an |
nouncement of Mildred's engagement |
to him.
The one thing wanting murmur
ed Dicky softly to me.
Then there were a lot of witnesses, |
of whom | was one. Dicky just sat
and smoked and smiled. When the
case for the prosecution was over, |
Dicby said quietly, Mrs. Arllwright,
may borrow your butler for Il few
minutes.
The butler came, and Diclly asked
him:
Did | speak to you yesterday aft er
lunch p
YES sir
Did induce you 10 tell Mr. Pill |
kingtOn that YOU had heard from Mrs. |
Frobisher's maid that there was to be
Il pretended hurglaryE@
Yes, sir
Did your
Yes, sir.
What did he say
He gave me an inducement, sir.uot
to tell amy one else, said the butler,
with broad grin.
"Thanks,' said Dicky. THAT'S all
| want to say-eXcept, perhaps, that
Mrs. Frobisher and Mrs. Foulkes
shouldn't discuss secrets near the sum
mer house"
| don't think | ever saw any one
look more complete idiot than Mr..
Pilkington, or any one angrier than
Mildred The court broke up inform
ally, and every one apologized to
Dicky. Mildred and her hero went |
off alone Later III the evening | sent |
the proceeds OF the sweep around TO
Mildred at Lena's suggestion. That
was the last | saw of her for some time |
She disappeared early the next day, |
and Mr. Pilkington was suddenly !
called away in the afternoon.
"Prig sticking isn't bad sport, was
Dicky'S comment.
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