The Sunday globe., 1901-08-11


pearance-to merely inclose a piece Of
paper in an envelope, blank with the
exception of their residence or Rusi-
ness number down in one corner, and
that carelessly folded over. One night
about the outbreak Of the late scrim-
mage with Spain, | met little Span
ish refugee over by the camp. She
came pretty near being all right
got three or four good items from her,
so I told her when she wanted to see
me to put a blank piece Of paper in
an envelope, her number down in one
corner, and get it to the address
gave her. I got to my room in the
flats late a few evenings thereafter,
and there was letter under the door,
l opened it; blank with the exception
of No. / down in the corner. What
do you suppose that meant"
Mr.. Stivers is the detective Of the
party. Let him answer"
Possibly that you should look out
for her; that she was No / although
you must have been at a loss, from
that address, where to locate her"
81 rode down town on my wheel, and
finally concluded to try No. l police
station Spanish girls will carry a
stilleto, and a cop took out Of her
waistband the prettiest little knife you
ever laid eyes On--a regular toy 1t
took all the persuasive powers at my
command, ably assisted by the repor.
tOrial force Of the Times and Post, to
assure the officer in charge that the
girl was entirely harmless"
We left the thGater via the postofnce
route, and made our way to the Al
bion.
Let us have some chicken Sand-
wiches said Mr., Baxter to the young
man in charge.
Three sandwiches and three cof-
fee?' he inquired,
NO; about two dozen sandwiches in
a sack
You'll have to wait a few moments
We haven't got that many made up"
And you might put in a couple Of
pies. I believe the lady is partial to
mince pie Make it mince.
While We were waiting for the or
der to be filed the messenger boy came
into the room. He was dripping wet.
Did somebody turn the hose on
you?' said Mr.. Baxter, as the boy hand
ed him the note
Nav But amt you agoin' to give
me- a quarter"
what for%
Fee gittin' wet"
"Hesvens | didn't tell you to get
wet"
Mr.. Baxter passed me over the note
as ne shouldered the bundle Of provis-
ions. I read:
~. L.: Mr.. Baxter's friends arc my
friends. "T. b."
"I was positive it would be o. X. I
wanted to send the note so Zaida would
have time enough to pat up her back
hair Before we start, Stivers, step over
there to the lookng-glass and remove
your sideburns.' Which he forthwith
to do
Going up Eleventh street, we soon
'OHnd ourselves at the rsems Of Miss
Laida Lybrand, whom Mr.. Baxter de-
3cribed ea route as a palmist and the
pest girl I'm the world. On introduc
ion, the lady said she had met Mr.
that they had taken their
meals at the same dinng-room.
When we were seated, Miss Lybrand
said TO Mr. Baxter:
81 could kill you"
Why; for coming up here this hour
If the night?
NO for telling that boy to yell
Squint.' ! was sound asleep in the
ieXt room. / was awakened by some
me out there in the hall yelling
Squintl' 'Sauintn recognized !
Squint' as being my nickname for you,
MT was pretty certain you were not |
n the neighborhood, although I be. |
ieye I did forget to look under tie |
Ded she laughed. Anyhow, ! jumped |
nto a wrapper and opened the door
ust enough to see a messenger boy
waving a bicycle lamp at each door in
urn and continuing his call for
Squint, I seized the water pitcher,
md If he missed any Of its contents
am not to blame. Then / %abbed
lim and pulled him into the room
So unexpected was his ducling he was
All a-tremble"
81 thought I'd impose en- your good
nature / wanted you to meet Mrs.
Roland l was not aware Mr.. Stivers
md yourself possessed a prior ac-
luaiRtance, Glad 10 hear It, After we
have something TO eat, / am going to
have Dir. Stiyers reCite q piece of
poetry | was telling Mrs. Roland about.
In fact, each of us in turn might favor.
This may be a new species OF perform.
anCe TO YOU he added, turning to me,
"but you win doubtless find little
trouble in keeping up your end"
81 had nearly forgotten our bundle
HHf HHHl 4.
which Mr.. Baxter had sufficient fore.
thought to provide us. ! guess that
pie is sufficiently minced by this time
"Now, if you gentlemen will excuse
ms a moment we ladies will step i'm
the nGXt room and make some changes
in our toilet
I followed Miss Lybrand into the ad.
joining room, when she turned up the
gas over the dresser with There's
something black on your upper lip"
There was something black all over
my face. Mr.. Baxter had arranged my
hair. ! remembered, after he had made
HE burntcork whiskers for Mr. StiV.
ers. Every time the floating braids,
swept by the wind tOuche5 my cheek
they left their mark. While ] proceed
nd TO wash my face she continued the
conversation at the same time chang
ing her dress.
LET me comb your hair my way
professional style, ch2" said Miss Ly.
brand. Anybody with a high fore.
head and temples, such as you possess,
ought to be proud Of them and not
comb your hair over in front Sweep
IL back, like that Now, wait a min.
ute for mc'
She completed her toilet had met
her before ! was certain, somewhere.
She had dark, halfgypsy features; an
eye that appeared to alternately well
come and repulse you. Bat that gar