The citizen. (Frederick City, Md.) 1895-1923, 1902-03-14
CALLED
DOWN
BY Douglas u. Doty
Copyright, 1902, by
Douglas Il. Doty
BY Douglas Il. Doty
ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS

Such was my record when arrived
in England. whittier the fame of my
stories had nracoda1 mo Almost di-
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place as ne was entertaining I"rse
house party
The castle. founded ms monastery,
was a most romantic pile. representing
in its various towers and wings sue
cesSion Of architectural periods. Its
maze of winding corridors AMI hidden
starwayS suggested mystery and in
vited exploration
MY initial appearance before Lord
Browcr> guests was to be Mt dinner,
and spent the last moments before
leaving my apartment in reading over
the list Of topics had jottcd down for
use during the evening \ racontcur
Is expected to fill in every lull. every
dull moment. Suddenly there fell upon
the quiet of my room these words:
ave must run it up 30 5000 tonight,
Do YOU hear: We must
| stared round the room. II seemed
as if the sound had come through some
dull tapestry in small alcove. Per
hapS tie tapestry covered a secret door
but there was no time to investigate
A Respondent footman was waiting to
conduct me to Lord Growers presence.
An interesting lot they were gathered
around the dinner table of TentowerS
castle that night-that is. they were in
tercsting to mc as types for study. Is
convcrsatiunalists they were failures.
for the only subjects on which they
talked hucutly were cards and horse
flesh.
| selected my stories accordingly.
The guests We're apparently familiar
with the customs Of Monte Carlo, but
l told them tales of our own wild west.
Of games of faro and poker that fairly
made them gasp and after dinner
must teach them our national game Of
chance
Sitting opposite me at table was a
broad Shouldprcd, dark man, whose
eyes, black and set rather close to@cth-
er, never left my face. His lips were
thin and bioodlrSS, and his long, rather
aquilue nose had a cruel curve about
the nostrils. But what most attracted
my attention was his odd trick Of
drumming almost constantly with his
right hand, now on the table. now on
the arm of his chair ana now on his
square chin. The instant he spoke
recognized the voice back Of tie tapes
try in my room. His name was Cap
tain Marchand
His wife sat ut my right, a handsome
woman with profusion of soft brown
hair and beautiful blue eyes, which, I
learned in a short time were playing
havoc with the mental peace of a young
fellow named Chadwick, who was
plainly jealous of every smile the lady
wasted ON me. He was Il handsome,
boyiSh looking fellow. one Of those
chaps who imagine themselves violent
ly in love with every pretty face they
meet.
Mrs. Marchand seemed to have
caught her husbands peculiar trick of
beating that devilish tattoo with her
fingers. 1t fairly got my nerves on
edge, but no one else at the table ap-
peared TO notice it. caught myself
recalling stories of telegraph operators
who continued their work automatical
ly after office hours, but surely these
two guests of an English aristocrat
knew nothing of trade. In the course
of my pvpntfuI ANA uncertain lifn I had