Essex County herald. [volume] (Guildhall, Vt.) 1873-1964, 1904-06-17

ott 4 doh I SIT WutIt COME III.
II want you to run over to Mount Ea-
gle. where Miss Trixie hangs out, and
keep a sharp eye on her till the busi-
ness is throNgh. Sharkey & Snippit
are as sharp as scissors and shut as
tight. They are In constant communi-
cation with Miss Trixie. IL you go to
Ireland you may be able to tap the
wire at that end. Miss Trixie is as
loose and lively as they are close"
"Fll go. III like to do the little ghl
good turn II l can.
Miss Trixie Mordant felt particularly
dun during her voluntary exile in
County Clare. The passionate appeals
Of her elderly adorer were monoto-
neusly dismal. Nothing to do and. no
one to talk to-that was her trouble.
'If ! only had somebody to laugh
with me at these yOkels could stand
it." she muttered disconsolately
Then her eye wandered from the sea
in front to the tennis ground on the
left, and at glance she knew that
fate had been kind and her prayer was
answered. A young man dressed in
the extreme of fashion lounged across
mis- racket His blazer blazed hot
crimson and yellow In the hot sun
shine. Miss Trixie's heart warmed TO
him at once as kindred spirit. In
five minutes she, too. strolled out on
the ground. She was quite fustered
at first when she found young man
on the ground and glanced at him-oh.
so bashfully! - from under her long
lashes when he dared to speak to her.
But in two minutes they were in the
midst Of lively single of tennis; in
two hours they were .'Trix" and "Jer,"
as II they'd known each other all their
lives. 1t was the day after when the
lively young lady was planning bicy-
Gle expedition that waiter brought
her telegram. A monosyllable es-
capped her as she read it. Then she
.pettishly tore the pink paper into
pieces and flung the fragments into
the turf bucket that stood by tile
empty fireplace.
'Now what have done" she cried
repentantly the next moment. And
old Sharkey specially warned me t. oe
careful, Pick up the bits for me, Jer."
Jer instantly buried himself-head
and shoulders-in the turf bucket He
quietly slipped an old telegram Of his
own from his pocket and. under cover
of the bucket, tore it to pieces before
he rescued the fragments Of Miss
Trixie's.
She took the bits he gave her, lit a
match and burnt them in the empty
crate.
Half an hour afterward Jer, in his
bedroom, with the door locked, made
a puzzle map Of bits of pink paper on
his dressing table, and this is what he
read there:
"Just discovered child's friends put
ting bill through parliament to secure
her in property. Hope to put spoke in
their wheel yet Must hurry up with
deed. Is old man willing? Sharkey."
As he finished reading he saw with
the corner Of his eye through the win
dow Miss Trixie on her wheel, sailing
down the lawn in front of the hotel.
In a moment he was out and after
her, making his bike fly. He drew
abreast about quarter of mile from
the pOstoffice.
"On for a spin?' he said.
"When I've sent wire"
She slipped of dexterously behind
her wheel at the postoffice and stepped
up to the telegraph counter.
Jer stood at the open door dutifully
holding the wheels. The telegraph in
strument in the office was one of the
old fashioned affairs that conscien
tiously tap out their messages. Among
his manifold accomplishments in an
other condition of life Mr.. Jerome
Blood Smith had learned to interpret
these taps. This is what they told him:
ITO Sharkey & Snippit, London.
Send deed ut once. Old man has con-
sented to execute Mordant"
As they went down the slope together
on their wheels Jer suddenly remem-
bered. "By Jove," he said, 81 want to
send wire, too, If you don't mind.
Back pedal, Trlx. I'll be with you in a
minute"
He wheeled sharp round on the face
Of the slope and few back to the post
office. He scribbled five words to
Warrington.
"Bill blown on. Look alive"
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Next morning Miss Trixie was up
early and restless. She was at the
telegraph, office before 1t opened, with
the inevitable Jer, of course, dancing
attendance. This is the message that
was licked out as he stood holding the
wheels at the door:
"All serene Bill blocked last night
Snippit starts by the morning mail fol
Rathcool with deed engrossed for ex
ecution. Sharkey."
"Hoorayw shouted Miss Trixie, but
| when she went to the door she caught
a back view of Mr.. Bood-S Smiths head
we'll over the handle of his wheel, fly
ing up the hill back to the hotel.
MY eyer she exclaimed in amaze
ment whats come to Jer? Did a
wasp sting my pet, just as l was in
humor to fiirt with him too? Five
thousand year and castle, all to my
own cheek. l must have a downhill
seorch all by my own little self to
work 1t off or I'll bust!'
Meanwhile Blood-Smith was strange
ly occupied in his locked bedroom
| There was timetable open beside
him, and big railway map of Ireland
,ran aDraad Il. .ollt on the nnilt of his he'd