Reporter and farmer. [volume] (Webster, Day County, Dakota [S.D.]) 188?-1946, 1901-01-10

IOIonel HaWtree look Nora, Maurice
DrOryille the colonel's daughter, Ira
vers Miss Cawston, and the doctor and
my clerical relative. who was beam
ing upon us with a churchly smile.
ave weight with dignity TO the pro-
session. the doctor scaling nearly six
teen stone, and Anguish assuming a
mien that would have done credit {
n bishop.
Uncle" said grace with the ut
most JUNCTION. as though his Church
training had been specially directed
DO that end. Mrs. Cawston calculated
% men," deftly arranged her serviette
and prepared for action in a matter-of-
fact way that plainly intimated. i've
come TO enjoy my dinner. You peo-
pie may talk as much as you like" Nh.
courtney's decorum vanished with his
first few glasses of wine. and he help
ed the doctors daughter I'm a very
sreditable attempt TO blow up the social
magazine.
81 was really afraid" said the young
lady. for the edifcation of the com
pany in general. that we were going
to sit down thirteen in number. That
would nave been unlucky, wouldn't
~"
'Unlucky. MISS" said old Courtney.
Maybe you're not a cribbage-player,
H you'd remember the Ragged Thir-
cen counts one more than twelve.
Vow, If you only wanted Thirteen to
vim. wouldn't you think II lucky To
iold that number"
What a curious name" said Miss
-awston, 1.-The Ragged Thirteen"
/ did not dare TO loo at Nora or
Travers, but at the very
Then the words that bore such a ter
ible significance for so many of his
iearers fell from Mr.. Courtney's lips
saw the quick glance that shot from
iother to son. and / had not the slight
at doubt that our guests numbered
ne of the most dangerous criminals
y England.
Rut with this thought came the re-
ection that II would require ali our
unEing to fasten his evil deeds upon
ir in sUch a way that Justice would
2 satisfied. At present our only ev-
ence against him was a hand. sup
esed to be identified by a model
sade by himself, a scent procurable
v anybody, and a glance that might
v been meant to express any emo
on whatever. and indeed D'Orville,
LARGELY giving Miss Cawston time to
aish her remark, broke inwith:-
my lear uncle. cribbage is a game
lily played by the lower and middle
asses in England. and / dare venture
wager that no n here understands
I aut yourself"
"More's the pity, Maurice-more's
he pity. It's a beautiful game, mad
m" this to Mrs. Cawston. who paid
title attention to his remarks. for her
cas- Of game were strictly confined
the cartridges tina doomed ahead
the menu.) ITS really elegant when
hen you see II played. asst used to be
the castle. with golden pegs and
/ ivory board"
Golden pegs?' the lady managed to
no between her mouthfuls.
ITO be sure. ma'am. And why
ouldn't they. and they the owners
the soil as far as they could see
r miles around" and Mr.. Courtney,
arming to his work as the wine slim
ated his Imagination. converted the
lstle into a palace and his ancestors
TO Kings of Connaugh.
The colonel and Nora were getting
beautifully. but Miss Cawston had
make her W running with Trav-
:, and presently. giving him up in de-
lair. she talked TO any and every one
hose attention she could attract.
When the ladies left US the wine
ade no long tarrying at Courtney's
BOW. n 1 could see that Anguish
rs helping him on his way to the
int at which his tongue might be
pected to wag freely.
And why is IL. sir. IL I may be so
de as to ask the question:" said An
lish. that you. a descendant of Prin-
I. live in this out-of-the-way place?
su ought to be in the halls of your
theirs"
Faith. you may well ask" was the
ply. ITO be sure I ought to be there.
,. Tremayne; but there's people"
Uncle" said DOrville- and IL looks
hid have killed. he would have slain
hguish-"uncle. isn't 1t rather bad
I'm to wash your soiled linen in pub
?"
'Soiled linen! What on earth are
u talking about?" said Courtney.
ID 1t was evident that the wine was
tting the better of his discretion.
oiled linen! If I had split some wine
it-and I ask your pardon, Mr..
emanyne. for wasting good liquor
re. ! gave seven-and-six for this
me shirt. and IL you can show one
ipurer linen. seven-and-six Is yours.
son." And even Travers Joined in
laugh that ran around the table.
spite of the black looks OF Dor
1e.
Ind then Mr.. Courtney went on with
tries and "reminiscences. while An
qish egged him on, and Col. Haw-
e smoked In silence and stared at
n from time to time as though he
re some strange animal.
Very amusing fellow, your friend"
d the colonel. as we made our way
the drawing room; and certainly
nrtney did his best to keep UP his
,utation when he Joined the ladies.
lie took his coffee with the air Of a
d: related his adventures when he
mt ION tour" and brought home
ne OF the raj mocha''-no less
m Arabia; told Mrs. Cawston the
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