The times. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1897-1901, 1901-01-13

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no."
Wouldn't you like US to see him?''
asked Yvette cautiously.
No, ma'am,' was the decisive an
swer. He was a prosecutor of the Yves
leyans. If not, ask you-why the har-
mer?"
l remember little more that the grim
woman said but we halted before each
picture. and the history of each picture
was summarized in bewildering fashion.
One ancestor was denied US because he
drank, the efigy lurking under newspa-
pers being appealed to for confederation
positive. We were almost sorry that we
enqulred the reasons for shrouding Mis-
tress Bridget and Mistress Amelia luke.
by Knellerd and Lely. for these reasons
dealt with the costume OF the Restora-
ton period, and were given in no mine
ing fashion.
Then think We came away, leaving one
OF our last 2-shiilng pieces in the waste
OF her great pale hand. whence II dlsap-
peared. apparently absorbed into the sys-
TEN. and we were conducted out and seen
of the premises with distrustful coughs
delivered through an embrasure in her
stout fingers
The door changed and Yvette, Selling
my hand with the one unoccupied with her
macintosh and mandolin. made me run
down the path beside her
Come away from that hateful house.
UGH That woman would starye canarlesl
How can anyone live there who wasn't an
extinct barcnet?'
We ran through the garden, whose fea
lures were those of the Sluggard's-here
burned and waste with the summer heat
here rank and lush and tangled. At the
corner OF the elm grove we turned to look
at the house
Look" shrieked Yvette. ION the roof
beside those red tiles what's that"
From some recess in midforest Of
chimneys. something furry and pink stole
out, and. posing for a moment on a gut
ter edge, slithered down by a gutter pipe
and scampered toward US.
RUM" said Yvette.
And run We did, pursued from that
weird house by It's demon, a gaunt, long
haired. pink cat.
We left it behind when we reached the
road
We did not play any more that day. but
came home footsore
Ill
About this time" said Yvatte. eff we
had only worked like good gleemen. we
should have spread 4 newspaper over the
table and poured there a whole sack of
sticky brown pennies and worn three
penny bits and the three halfpennies
pitched us from the top Of a four-in
hand"
And somewhere under thickest pen
MES" l said. would be blinking a half
sovereign, coming upon us as golden
surprise and making us coo with delight"
AT present we have spent two shil-
lings." and Yvette giggled over the rec
objections of the Old Masters.
1t had rained little. and we drew up
our chairs to the first fire of the year
under the little chimney piece with the
two shellhouses and the clock that had
stopped.
The window blind tapped and creaked
until Yyette reused herself from the
comfortable chair nook to fasten 1t. Her
fingers were touching the blind cord when
the bottom of tho blind was pushed back
suddenly. and Yyette jumped back with
little cry. It was the demon OF Earring
ton. the huge pink cat. who. putting his
forefeet carefully together on the edge.
leaped thence to the shelter OF the table
cloth. from which a minute later he de-
liberately emerged to stretch himself on
the rug. with loud purring that invited
familiarity
We aro hosPitable people-my wife and