The Press., 1900-10-11

her sex would have walked. She took
no heed OF the chaff which from time
to time floated round the unaccustom-
ed spectacle of her boomers. She kept
up steady pace and stuck to her ar
ranged route with an accuracy that
materially helped the pursuer.
At the close Of the third day, during
which she had beaten her previous rec
ord, Lady Judith stopped at wayside
hosiery. Hitherto Bob had avoided
the hotels which she favored with her
patronage, but now there was no help
for. 1t. He must either put up in the
same building or ride on five miles to
the next town.
He thought that IL he avoided the
front of the house and effaced himself
among the people in the bar parlor she
would never notice him. After all, IL
she did she was scarcely likely to sup
pose that he was there on her account.
He loitered about for some little
while In order to give her time to settle
down In her place and then walked in
to the bar. The next minute he emerg
ed again with singular alacrity.
"What the devil am to do? I sup
pose they won't have her In the best
rooms in that get up, and she's too tired
to go on. If interfere, it is 10 to 1
only hates me all the more for seeing
her. 1t seems brutal to do nothing or
at least not to try, but no woman could
forgive a man who had seen her in
such a plight BY Jove, IL there were
only some evidence! Alls fair in love,
especially in a case like this"
He prowled disconsolately to the
back of the building, cursing his luck
and wondering what he should do.
There he hit upon an individual who
evidently combined cycling with pho
Biography.
A brilliant idea sprang up in his
brain. He engaged the amateur pho
tographer in conversation and explain
ed his desire. The kodak changed
hands, and so did a cleaning yellow
coin. There was some shuffiing of new
films. Then Bob Falk took hasty snap
shots of the back and front of the
building in order to divert suspicion
from his real purpose. After that he
conveyed the kodak to the bar.
Some little time after her return
from Scotland Lady Judith received a
very singular letter. 1t ran:
Dear Lady Judith have a dozen of the in
closed. What should you recommend me to do
with them3 Yours truly. ROBERT FALK.
The Enclosure was a photograph. She
removed the silver paper hastily and
saw. Well. you see, when the landlady
of that hotel positively refused to ad-
NIT her to any of the rooms used by Ia
dies on the ground that her costume
would do harm to the establishment
she had consented to take her meal in
the barroom and put up with an attic
rather than proceed farther in her ex-
hausted state. She had regretted this
weakness ever since. She only hoped
that no knowledge Of the insult which
she had allowed to be heaped upon the
cause would come to the ears of her
strong minded sisters.
Now she saw before her eyes visible
presentment Of the scene-herself In
her semimanly garments seated at q
small table to the right discussing pro-
visions, to the left a knot of common
men and the apparatus of the bar. 1t
was bad enough to be exiled from her
proper place. There was the worse
thought that by her presence in the bar
she had given tacit encouragement to
the curse of drink.
Bob Falk married Lydia Darrell with
her aunt's consent, and no one could
ever make out why Lady Judith chang
ed her mind so suddenly, least of all
Professor Flebel-Jones, who thought
himself aggrieved.
Aunt and niece did not see much OF
each other after neutrality-suspicious.