Ceredo advance. [volume] (Ceredo, W. Va.) 1885-1939, 1906-05-30

lila nat TO the ret scion In, the glass.
and burst ont lougSiEg. HIS face was
as smooth as a baby's for be had gem
erously sacrificed his beard.
l can hear him saying to himself:
lord, but this is lark, III have to
take another Scotch % screw up the
edge OF my nerve. Won't the boys
laugh when they hear how / stirred the
girls frizzes! Wen have IA little par
ty here when they all get home. It's
q good Joke"
Mr.. Robert did not prove much OF a
prophet. Many days were 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 thar
he hadn't penny in his clothes. This
discovery disquieted him, and he half
turned about to go back. He couldn't
go back. He had no key.
"Pshaw! | won't need any money"
and he started off toward Connecti-
cut avenue. He dared not hail a 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 a cigar I'm
likely to get nervous. Scraping of
ri
with these fleshings, feel as self-con-
scious as an untried chorus girl. These
toys 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 ia, 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 mind TO run We
in. Y know the rules reiatin tn leav-
In Of yer box In times like these. Been
taltin' a sly nip, probably an they've
sent yer hack down a peg. Get gait
on ", 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 was getting
a trifle worried, too. Here's the car.
riage number"
Warburton glanced hastily at 1t and
stuffed it into a convenient pocket.
It's 16 carriages up, sir; a bay and
a gray. You can't miss them. The
bay, being a saddle-horse, is a 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 lis, and the next moment So. 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 It
all thoroughly to Mr.. Warburton, sir"
Don't worry, William; we'll come
out OF this with colors flying"
Very well, sir. shall hang around
disappeared.
Warburton could occasionally hear
the faint strain of music From time
to time the carriage-caller bawled out
a 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 sea~~E
did not last long. The bay aS.u the
gray stood only a little wy from the
gate. The box wa" vacant. and he
climbed up I'd gathered the reIns.
He sat tbore for some time. longing
inten' ~ for cigar, a good cigar, such
- gentlemen smoked
Seventeen" came hoarsely along
on the wings Of the night Number
IT, and lively therei"
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 leveled his gaze at
bis horses ears and waited.
But from the very corner Of his eve