Reporter and farmer. [volume] (Webster, Day County, Dakota [S.D.]) 188?-1946, 1902-07-31
By Fred M. Uhite
CHAPTER xxvIn Continued,

CHAPTER XVIII (Continued3
II guess / don't recollect the fright"
Chris drawled. "And if there was any
fright, / calculate II was on the other
side. And now are you this morning?
You look as IL you had been in the
wars. Got some trouble with your
throat, or what?"
"a slight operation" Henson said.
airily. II have been speaking too much
In public lately. and a little something
had to be removed. / am much better"
The ready lie tripped off his tongue.
Chris smiled slightly.
de you know, you remind me very
much of somebody" he went on. And
vet, / don't know why, because you are
so different. Lord Littimer tells me
you are an American"
THE Stars and Stripes" Chris
laughed. II guess u nation is the
first on earth. Noss. III you happen TO
know anything about Boston"
IT never was in Boston in my hfe,"
Henson replied. hastily. Have you
been in England very long?"
Chris replied that she was enjoying
England for the first time. But she
was not there to answer questions, her
"a " aS " u6h ANAh DeN ~AA -
oealing with a postmaster in the art
OF cleaning information. and Henson
was getting on her nerves. She gave a
little cry OF pleasure as a magnificent
specimen OF a bloodhound came trotting
down the terrace aud paused in friendly
fashion before her.
What a lovely dogl" she exclaimed.
do you like dogs. Mr.. Henson
M Ghn 11nIaa- 81 # hoo ,fnulu fnfn HIS
face as she spoke; she saw the heavy
features darken and the eyes grow
small with anger.
"I Ioathe them and they loathe me-"
Henson growled. Look at him3'
He pointed to the dog. who showed
his teeth with an angry growl. And
yet the great, sleek head lay against
tis girls knee in perfect confidence.
Henson looked on uneasily and backed
n little way. The dog marked his every
movement.
"See how the brute shows his teeth at
me- he said. Please send him away,
Miss Lee. I am certain he is getting
ready for a spring"
Henson's face was white and hot ana
wet. His lips trembied. He was horri-
bly, afraid. Chris patted the silky head
and dismissed the dog with a curt COM
mand. He went of instantly, with q
wLstful. backward look in his eye.
I'VE are going to be great friends.
that doggie and T." Chris said. gaiiy.
And I don't like you any the better,
Mr.. Henson, because o don't X
dogs and they don't like you. Dogs are
FAR better judges OF character than YOU
Imagine. DR.. Bell says
what DR.. Bell?' Henson demanded
swiftly.
Chris had paused Just In time; per-
haps her successful disguise had made
her q tribe reckless
"Dr. Hatherly Bell she said. He
used 10 be q famous man before ne reH
into disgrace over something or anoth-
err. I heard himi lecture on the animal
instinct in Boston. once. and he said
but. as you don't care for dogs, 1t don't
matter what he said"
$40 you happen 10 know anything
about him7" Henson asked.
.yery little. I never met him. IL that
Is what you mean. But / heard that ne
had done something particularly dis
graceful. why do o ask?"
..Nothing more than a mere coinci-
dence" Henson replied. 1T Is just O.
little strange that your should mention
lis name here, especially after what
happened last night. I suppose that,
being an American. you fell In love with
the Rembrandt. 1t was you who sug-
gested securing II in its place n then
prevented my little Jest from being car
ried out. OF course, o have hearo
that the print was stolen once?"
..The knowledge Is as general as the
spiriting away of the Gainsborougn
Duchess"
uouita so. Well, h man who stole
he Rembrandt was DIR. Hatherly Bell.
He stole it so that he might pay a gam
ming debt. AMI IL was subsequently,
found IN his luggage before he could
pass IL on 10 the purchaser. / am glad
YOU mentioned II, because the name or
BELL IS not exactly a favoris ut the cas-
tie"
az am much obliged to you," said
chris, gravely. "Was DR.. Bell a FAVOR
tie oncG2"
Oh immense. He had great influence
over Lord Littimer. He-but here comes
IIttimer in one OF his moods. He APP
pears 20 be angry about something"
Littimer strobe up. with a frown on
his face, and a telegram In his hand
Henson assumed TO be sympathetic.
1T hope II is nothing ~serious?" he
murmured.
n~serious!" Littimer cried. 'The acme
of audacityA-yes. The telegram a just
come. Must sec you tonight on Inn
portant business affecting the past.
Shall hope TO be with o some time
after dinnerl'"
T.And n IL the audacfous aspirant
Ofts IN interview Chris asked, demure-
IN CT.
"a man I expect you never heard Of
1, said Littimer. ''but who Is quite famil-
I Ear TO Henson. here. ! am abiding 20
that scoundrel, Hatherly Bell"
Good Heavens!r Henson burst out.
ST. mean, what colossal impudencel'
CHATTER xxx.
The Nfnn with the Thumb Again.