Waterbury evening Democrat., 1907-12-10
Richard
 the BraZ,en
Copyright. 1906. by Moffat. Yard C. Company.

q suppose" he began presently
 "that the young fellow was of the or. dinary type of cowboy we see so fire. quently on"-
 "No." interrupted Miss Harriet, with a decisiveness that pleased him to the quick; The was nothing of the sort. Of course he was roughly dressed, as they all are, but gentleman is a gen. tleman even in flannel shirt, and chaps don't they call them? Do you know. Lord Croyland. he reminds me in many ways of you. He-no, no," she added hastily, T don't mean that. He-was quite different. You see, he | was an American"
 Lucky beggar!" observed the pseudo earl, with heavy sigh. Miss Ren- wyck, I. too, would love to become an American if-won't you teach me how"
 'T?" she laughed. "Yes, I will, if you promise to follow instructions i'm plicitly.
 "Done!" he answered. "I'm ready for my first lesson. How will you be- gin?"
 She thought for a moment, then looked down upon him impishly.
 First I think I should like to de. stroy your monocle with-with a cro- quet mallet."
 Richard screwed it into his eye with renewed vigor and stared up at her through it with an excellent simu- lacrum of wondering English incom- prehension, stammering out with de- lightful vagueness:
 Dye mean while I am-ah-Hearing It, Miss Renwyck"
 CHAPTER VIII.
 AFTER Miss Renwyck had retired
 n Richard lighted a cigarette and sat alone on the yeranda.
 turning over in his mind the events of his first crowded day and his plans for the future campaign. MT. Michael Corrigan troubled him. This little fat man was nobody's fool, and no one could tell what sort of mischief was being matched behind those pierc. ing eyes, which, if they continued to twinkle about the Renwyck place, would shortly discover many things. Richard sighed and licked the stump of his cigarette away. He rose and was about to pass into the house when he was met in the doorway by Mir Renwyck.
 "Croyland," said his host impressive ly, 'there is little matter which should like to talk over with you, and I have purposely waited until the la. dies retired"
 Richard fancied there was a certain grimness in MT. Renwyck's tone and jumped to swift conclusion. He was found out. He wished to avoid a scene if possible, but from what his father had told him of Mir. Renwyck's s temper he could gather little hope.
 Certainly" he answered evenly, rather relieved that the expected break was coming. Shall we sit here on the porch?"
 "No," said the old gentleman; "l don't care to be overheard by any of the servants. If you don't mind walk. ing we'll move away from the house."
 Richard was convinced. He was sure that when Jacob Renwyck ex- pressed candid opinion of any one especially an impostor-he would find 1t difficult to speak in whispers. It was just as well. on the whole. and Richard preferred to receive his male diction out of earshot of his ladylove | He rose with alacrity. therefore. ana followed his host. who led the way across the lawn toward little observ l atOry or pleasure house on the cres: of bluff overlooking the moonlit Hud son.
 At another time the young man might 1 have enjoyed the view of the great calm river sweeping past the shadOwy hills on the farther side. but under thr circumstances the scene did not appeal to him. There were other thought. | which occupied his mind. Mir. Ken wyck walked with his hands claSpei | behind him. and Richard watched hi; | every move. Physically the Texan was | more than a match for Mir. Renwyck | but the latter had probably armed | himself for the occasion. a triiling pre- caution which would not have escaped | the southerner. Q, And Richard then | and there resolved never again 10 put | on pair of trousers that had no pistol | pocket in them. What did those eastern | tailors know about the requirements l of a gentleman anyway? But then l. flashed into his mind that Mir. Ken wyck was probably DO better provided | than he in that particular-reassuring | thought. Suddenly Mir. Renwyck unclasped | his hands and transferred one of them | to his breast pocket Richard caught l sight of a buIging prOjection-it was | there then, He was ca the point of seizing his l hosts wrist when the latter brought l forth a brown covered case. Have a cigar" he said. with crafty | and Richard accepted. with ! his gaze still concentrated on Mr. Ren- wyck's hands.
 "IightT- Thank ron no" the Texan answer