Cameron County press. [volume] (Emporium, Cameron County, Pa.) 1866-1922, 1906-05-31

as smooth AZ o baby's for he had gen.
Crously sacrificed his beard
can hear him saying TO himself:
take another Scotch to- screw up the
edge of my nerve. Won't the boys
laugh when they hear how | stirred the
girls frizzes Wen have a little par
ty here when they Al get home. It's
a good joke"
Mr.. Robert did not prove much of a
prophet. Many days We're to pass ere
he reentered his brothers house.
He stole quietly from the place. He
hadn't proceeded more than a block
when he became aware of the fact that
he hadn't penny in his clothes. This
discovery disquieted him, and he half
turned about to go back. He couldn't
so back. He had no key.
"Pshaw! | won't need any money"
and he started off toward Counecti-
cut avenue. He dared not hail car,
and he would not have dared had he
possessed the fare Some one might
recognize him. He walked briskly for
ten minutes. The humor of the es-
capade appealed to him greatly, and
he had all he could do to smother
the frequent bursts of laughter which
surged to his lips. He reached absent
ly for his cigar-case. No money, no
cigars.
That's bad Without cigar Pm
likely to get nervous. Scraping off
thai hn1pJ do al Inuni
with these fieshings, | feel as self-con-
scious as an untried chorus girl. These
togs can't be very warm in winter.
Ha! that must be the embassy where
all those lights are; carriages. Al
lons!"
To make positive, he stopped a pc
destrian
Pardon me, SIR" he said, touching
his hat, but will you be so kind as
to inform me if yonder is the British
embassy"
ut is, my man." replied the gen.
tleman.
THANK you, sir"
And each passed on to his affairs
"Now for William; we must find
William, or the joke will be on Rob-
ert"
He maneuvered his way through
the congested thoroughfare, searching
the faces of the grooms and footmen.
He lodged hither and thither and was
once brought to halt by the mounted
police.
Here you! What dye mean by run
ming around like this. Lost your car
riage, hey? I've a mind to run ye
in. Y know the rules relatin' tn leav-
in of yer box in times like these. Been
takin' sly nip, probably, an they've
sent yer hack down peg. Get gait
on v, now"
Warburton laughed silently as he
made for the sidewalk. The first man
he pumped into was William-a very
much worried William, too. Robert
could have fallen on his neck for joy.
All was plain sailing now.
I'm very glad to see you, sir" said
William. Il was afraid you could not
get my clothes on, sir. l was getting
a trifie worried, too. Here's the car
riage number"
Warburton glanced hastily at it and
stuffed it into a convenient pocket.
"It's 1G carriages up, sir; bay and
a gray. You can't miss them. The
bay, being a sadde-horse, is bit rest
i've in the harness: but all you have
to do is to touch him with the whip.
And don't try to push ahead of your
turn, or you will get into trouble with
the police. They are very strict. And
don't let them confuse you, sir. The
numbers won't be in rotation. You'll
hear 115, and the next moment 35, like
as not. It's all according as to how
the guests are leaving. Good luck to
you, sir, and don't forget to explain 1t
all thoroughly to Mr. Warburton, sir"
Don't worry, William; We'll come
out of this with colors flying"
Every we'll, sir. l shall hang around
till you are safely off,"-and William
disappeared.
Warburton could occasionally hear
the faint strain of music. From time
to time the carriage-caller bawled out
number, and the carriage would roll
up under the porte-cochere Warbur-
ton concluded that it would be a good
plan to hunt up his rig. His search
did not last long. The bay and the
gray stood only little way from the
gate. The box was vacant, and he
climbed up and gathered the reins.
He sat there for some time, longing
intensely for a cigar, good cigar, such
as gentlemen smoked.
Seventeen" came hoarsely along
on the wings of the night. Number
II, and lively there"
Warburton's pulse doubled its beat
His number.
"Skt!" the bay and the gray started
forward, took the half-circle and
stopped under the porte-cochere. War
burton recollected that a fashionable
groom never turned his head unless
spoken to; so he leyeled his gaze at
his horses ears and waited.