The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1903-01-31
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II don't take you for a man OF
business" Robinson quickly an
swered. "Who were your witnessesT
whats witnesses got to do with
it? How you do jump about from
one thing to another! Well, one was
l-um-um--one was the doctor ant
the other was-I forget who the
other was"
you'll have to get hold of the
doctor, then, and make him give yor
an affidavit. And perhaps he can tel
you who the other was"
by lingo, Robinson, / believe
you've got some sense, after ALI
Gilmour also expressed his passing
feeling of admiration in a wild-eyed
stare. make 'em swear they saw
Wyse give me the other paper, eh {
Say, old man, it's nearly a hundred
miles up there. I'd better pack my
grip and get off to-day"
If you can," said Robinson, with
a sniff at the awesome chaos about
him. "Of course you can't go to the
links, so I'll make your excuses to
Miss Charnock. Ia, tai"
Of went Robinson secretly rejoic-
ing. But he had gone only few
blocks when his joy was turned to
misgi,ing. What right had Gilmour
to be so sure of Miss. Charnock as to
be Indifferent to her passing the
whole afternoon alone with him, Rob
inson? 1t was all of piece with his
calling her Bermuda" to her face,
even. The fact that Gilmour had
made her acquaintance on the sea voy-
age home after d holiday at that is
land <resort, thus getting two weeks
start of him, Robinson, was hard
ly enough to justify the COMPOUNDED
assurance of 1t. Could il be that they
were secretly betrothed? II so, it
was most foul practice against him.
And he made up his mind to be clear
on this point before sunset.
Miss Cbarnock, in short skirt, cape,
and Tam O'Shanter, was waiting i'm
patiently when Robinson reached the
Grand Central, and, although it lacked
but 90 seconds of their train time,
her first words to him were "Where's
Mr.. Gilmour?"
Good afternoon, Miss Charnock,"
said Robinson, politely, struggling
now with two golf bags, besides two
tickets and handful of change-to
move away from the ticket Office.
We'll have to run for the train"
planted the thick soles of her golf
boots decisively on the mosaic floor.
I'm not going to catch this train"
she said.
1t was all most embarrassing for
poor Robinson; also, he had great
difficulty in visibly keeping his tenn
per. IF had known that our 60
ing depended on Mr.. Gilmour," he be-
gan. Then, with desperate resolve
to keep cool, he laid the two bags
on the bench and went on, Hes
been quite unexpectedly detained on
on legal business"
Miss Charnock started. Legal!
Have they arrested him?' she whis-
pered anxiously.
Robinson-of course Robinson had
reason to be angry, one ought to re-
member-received this with a bitter
laugh. You seem strangely worried
on Gilmour's account, Miss Char
mock. No, they have not arrested
him, but he is obliged to go up the
state to place called Phoenicia to
secure proof that he is not one
fifth enslaved TO the estate of a GER
tain person. What's the matter?"
Miss Charnock seemed about to
swoon, and Robinson had no knowl-
edge of first aid to the swooning. A
motherly old lady on the other side
of her took the amiable liberty of
manifesting a strong interest in her
scene, quickly rallied. THANK you"
she said, bowling and smiling, "Tm
all right, l think" Then, to Robinson,
Would you mind seeing me home
now?"
So, instead of going up to the links
that afternoon, Robinson, with all his
brand-new golfing outfit, also Miss
Charnock's more service-worn bag,
had to get hanson and take her to
her city home. This might be, in the
end, even better than an afternoons
golfing with her, helthought-or tried
to think. But events soon blighted
even this hopeful conceit.
Mr.. Robinson, you're awfully
good" she began, after two or three
minutes i'm the cab. Eyes, you are. l
wish you'd do something for me. win
you?" Robinson felt little better.
I'm fact. l know you're such friend
of-of Mr.. Gilmour's that l feel like
telling you the whole thing"
"The whole thing?"
Eyes. When you've taken me home.
will you do me great favor? want
you to take note down to Mr..
Schraeder-"
"Schraeder?" Robinson recognized
the name of the lawyer who was act
ing for the estate of Despard, de-
ceased.
"Yes, he's my lawyer. Oh, I'll have
to tell sou the whole story"
She covered her face with her
hands, as If the prospect of such a
confession were n thing to scar the
eyeballs. "Can trust you? just "a
~ vou were my own brother? You