The Evening statesman. [volume] (Walla Walla, Wash.) 1903-1910, 1905-01-04
Its race. then. between your bill
and their deed for q five thousand q

/ Gle, where Miss Trixie hangs out. and
keep sharp eye on her till the bust
ness is through. Sharkey & Snippit
are as sharp as scissors and shut as
tight. They are in constant communi-
cation with Miss Trixie. II 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"
"I'll go. I'd like to do the little girl a
good turn if l can.
Miss Trixie Mordant felt particularly
dull during her voluntary exile in
County Clare The passionate appeals
Of her elderly adOrer were mOnotO-
nousIy 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 a glance she knew that
fate had been kind and her prayer was
! answered. A young man dressed in
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the ground carelessly swinging a ten
mis- racket. His blazer blazed hot
crimson and yellow in the hot sun
shine. Miss TriXie's heart warmed to
him at once as a kindred spirit. In
five minutes she. too. StrOlled out on
the ground She was quite flustered
at first when she found young man
on the ground and glanced at him-oh,
so bashfuIly:- from under her long
lashes when he dared to speak to her.
But in two minutes they were in the
midst of a lively single of tennis; in
two hours they were Erik" and "Jer."
as if they'd known each other all their
lives. 1t was the day after when the
lively young lady was planning bicy-
Gle expedition that a waiter brought
her telegram. A monosyllable es-
capped her as she read it. Then she
pettishly tore the pink paper into
pieces and fang the fragments into
empty fireplace.
Nov what have I donew she cried
repentantly the next moment. "And
old Sharkey specially warned me to be
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
rrixies.
She took the bits he gave her, lit
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:
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
DER, making his bike fly. He drew
abreast about quarter of q mile from
the pOStOff1ce.
''On for spin?" he said.
"When I've sent WIRE"
She slipped Off 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-
Iiously 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 4 Snippit, London.
Send deed at once. Old man has con-
scented 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. Trix. I'll be with you in
minute"
He wheeled sharp round on the face
Of the slope and flew back to the post
office. He scrubbed five words to
Warrington.
"Bill blown on Look alive"
Next morning Miss Trixie was up
early and restless She was at the
telegraph office before it 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:
Cali serene. Bill blocked last night.
Snippit starts by the morning mail for
Rathcool with deed engrossed for ex-
ecution. Sharkey."
"Hooray!" shouted Miss Trixie, but
when she went to the door she caught
back view of Mr. Blood Smiths head
well over the handle Of his wheel, fly
Ing up the hill back to the hotel
MY eyer she exclaimed in amaze
ment. What's come to Jer? Did q
wasp sting my pet, just as 1 was in
humor to firt with him too? Five
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