The Kendrick gazette. [volume] (Kendrick, Idaho) 1892-1968, 1907-04-05


DO you give this to me to use, sir?"
Charles advanced quickly, looked and
stood COMPOUNDED with vexation. On the
blotting pad, white and clean, for the
top sheet must have been taken off, was a
fancy drawing in pen and ink, bold, clear
and we'll done, of half dozen ballet girls
in very airy costumes. The color few
to Charles face; he knew what the
bishop was. What on earth, would he
judge, must be his private pastimes, If
he could adorn his professional desk with
such sketches, and set bishop down to
regale his eyes with them?
Charles tore off the sheet in a heat.
II assure you, my lord, on my word of
honor, that l know not how those-those
things came there. Some one must have
been here last night unknown to me, and
taken the liberty to leave a remembrance
behind him."
ALLOW me to recommend You to burn
it, sir" said the scandalized divine.
Eyes, but will first of all endeavor
to identify the offender" was Charles
answer.
Up rose the bishop, his head erect.
Charles attended him downstairs, but his
lordship did not shake hands with him.
Back tore Charley, two stairs at time.
Joe's mother, who lived near at hand,
and came in to attend to the work at
stated times, was then removing the break
fast things.
was out, Mrs. Tuff?"
Eyes, sir. had some cleaning
"Who came in?" interrupted Charles.
Nobody came, sir; not a single soul"
"Who has been into this room this
morning?" continued Charles.
| "Only me, sir, to put it to rights"
| ibid you do this, then?" asked Mr..
Baumgarten, pushing the sheet of blot
ting paper under her eyes.
"Me!" cried Mrs. Turf, who was a
sharp-faced little woman in a neat stuff
gown and white cap. "You must be jok-
ing, sir. When I saw it there in busting,
I thought what odd-looking ladies they
was. And I put the writing paper upon
em to cover 'em up a Bit"
Charles reflected. Joe wouldn't dc
it?" he remarked.
"Joe!' said Mrs. Turf in astonish-
ment. "Why, sir, Joe would not dare dc
such thing as that. He couldn't, either
Joe haven't no talent that way. When
he was a little one, I'd give him a pencil
and piece of paper and tell him to draw
the cat, but it would come out more like
pump"
THAT just brings US round to my ar
gument, that some one else has been il
the room," said Charles. snow l wan
to find out who that is"
ut must have been done in the day
time yesterday, sir"
, 1.-THE last thing before dinner yester
day evening, after Mr.. Clay left, 1 wrot
note at the table and used this blot
land l left 1t as used it, much marke,
with ink. Did Mr.. Clay come in las
! night for any purpose",
mo, sir. And if he had, he'd no
have left them disrespectful things benin,
him."
That was true enough. But Mr.. Clay
joint clerk to Charles and another youn
barrister, might have let some one in VIII
had so amused himself; some lawyer
: clerk with a hasty brief, who possesses
l more skill than discretion. However, tn
woman persisted that no person whateve
I had entered, and Charles Baumgartel
thought it a mystery which seemed, fe
the moment, incapable of solution.
, Sitting down to his desk, he began t
look over some papers. A few minute
later, and Charles had occasion to ope
one of the deep drawers on either sid
the desk. He took his bunch of key
from his pocket and fitted one into tn
lock. But 1t would not open. The loo
had evidently been tempered with-an
he had left 1t in perfect condition tn
previous evening. Mrs. Turf was Gale
In again.
. twill you believe now that some on
y has been at mischief in the room? d.
r manded her master. '"They have been q
: the drawers; cannot unlock them"
a She stood, somewhat incredulous; an
n Mr.. Baumgarten, taking another key, trie
d the opposite drawer. 1t opened readil!
A but he gazed at it as If transfxed. Loo
here !" he sharply uttered.
|. The woman advanced and stood benin
= his chair. 1t was full of papers an
+ parchments, all In a mass of inextricabl
a confusion.
v "Now, listen, Mrs. Turf. Yesterda
evening, after l had written the note
q spoke of, before sealed it, opened tn
l. drawer to put a parchment in; at this
b time 1t was in perfect order, and locke
1t and left 1t so. There is some myster
in all this"
Mrs. Turf could dispute facts no lonl
e err; she had to give in to the evidence {
e her own eyes. "Sir," she said, what
d good thing 1t is that l was here la!
night instead of young Joe. We migl
J. have accused him Of doing it for mi
I chief"
: II don't know that It is a good thing
It significantly retorted her master. "Tf
e fact must be that you dropped asleep La
v night and let some one get in"
Il The woman was indignant at the insil
o uation. "Sir," returned she, I'D rath,
8 you accused me of doing 1t myself tina
a say that. don't think as much as 8,
down last night, for thought it a goe
, opportunity to clean out the cupboard!
e and that's what I was doing the who
r evening. Some rogue must have got
r last night through your leaving the X
d in the passage door.
e Through what, do you say?" ask
K her master.
o 1.-The latch key, sir. You left 1t In II
door when you went out the second time
Il II don't know what you mean, MI
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