Freeland tribune. (Freeland, Pa.) 1888-1921, 1903-05-25
seemed duly grateful for a whiskey

| Luc ldDlo
Mr.. Bromley Browns expression of
mingled triumph and sarcasm passed
unnoticed by the cheerful young visit
Or who talked for some time with in
telligence and knowledge on the sub
ject of old plate. Mr.. Brown was be-
coming so agitated that he began to
walk up and down the room.
And these are lovely spoons" OBJ
served the architect-burglar, with ap-
palling coolness. The clock struck
one-and he rose quickly to his feet.
THANK you a thousand times for
your hospitality" he said, pleasantly
Il am afraid I must be off. You see
am sketching for duty, not pleasure"
Mr.. Brown gazed at him aghast, but
this must indeed be one of the most re-
markable criminals now at large.
Don't hurry-pray," he said, ner-
vously. "Have glass of green Char
treuse."
you are too kind" said his guest.
There was sound of steps at the
door, and voice outside, which sound
ed like word of command, said:
Where is the MANI"
The door was flung open, and tall,
soldierly figure stepped quickly into
the dining room.
well, Brown, what's all this about?"
General Compton, young and alert
for his years, stared at his friend with
a pair of very keen eyes under white
eyebrows. you told me it was some
very urgent business" continued the
general. Then his eyes fell on the
young man by the further window.
BLESS my soul, Estcourt! l didn't
see it was you in the corner.
Eyes, and how are you, general?"
said the young man, advancing, with
a cordial smile.
Mr.. Bromley Brown felt a sudden
cold perspiration on his forehead. He
was entirely unable to utter word.
"Mr.-Mr?" said the young man
"was so kind as to ask me to have
whiskey and soda. 1t is SO wonderful
ly hot for April, and I've been out do
ing this blessed topography for the
last four hours.
"Ah, then you don't know each 9TH
err" said the general. Brown, this
is Lord Estcourt, son of my old friend
whom | have often talked about, you
know. He is working like a niger at
the college," and the speaker pointing
toward distant view of a large white
building miles away beyond the grove
of pines. "Estcourt, this is Mr.. Brom-
ley Brown, one of my best neighbors."
Mr.. Brown felt as if some one had
struck him a violent blow on the head.
He was giddy as he stiffly extended an
icy hand toward the young man.
Papa! papa!" A fresh young voice
came echoing from the garden, and in
another moment a young girl ran into
the room. Lord Estcourt was just re-
calling to mind a well known adver-
tisement:
Bromley Browns Cough Lozenges
are the Best! They will cure cough
of long standing arising from no mat
ter what cause" but the girls face
caught his attention. 1t was fair and
flushed, and the large gray eyes shone
starlike under her broad black hat.
Papa, there are two policemen
here! They say they have come for
some one-what does it mean?"
ooh, only about the chickens that
were stolen my DEAR" said her father,
miserably.
But there are no chickens! You
know you said you wouldn't have any,
because you said they spoil the gar
den."
did say chickens?" Mr.. Bromley
Browns dreary expression was that of
victim being led to execution. "of
course | meant the forced strawber-
ries. Valentine, my dear
The young man was still gazing at
the lovely, puzzled face of his hosts
daughter.
Your father has been so kind to me,
Miss Brown" said he. Il am strug-
Cling over military drawing, and in
daily terror of being plowed. But this
morning am going back to work in
vigorated and rested, and full of cour-
age!"
She blushed as her eyes met his
smiling blue ones.
"Oh! You are studying at the col
leger'
"Yes--I wonder-would you and your
father care to come over and see it
some day?"
oh! that would be delightful. papa,
dear, wouldn't it?"
Yes, indeed, indeed it would" Mr..
Brown was still feeling half paralyzed.
"Goodby, Estcourt my boy" said
| General Compton. 81 have got to have
word now WIN Brown on some most
important business about which l came
down"
Lord Estcourt drew little nearer
to Valentine.
"You will drive over very soon, then,
Miss Brown?"
''Thank you'll am sure we shall en-
joy it ever so much!"
Then we won't say goodby, think. "