The Owosso times. (Owosso, Mich.) 1897-1926, 1907-10-04

"Can't l have light?" be asked.
partly turning toward the room he had
| just quilted.
In the neglected garden at the land
ward front of the Grange House the
horse stood patiently on three legs,
Illuminating no doubt on the steepness
of hills and the excellence of pastures.
Nearly an hour passed thus in solemn
quietrde. Then Il boy on n bicycle,
red faced with exertlon, pedaled man
fully up the hill and through the gate.
| II hope he's here" he thought. ITS
| a long way to COON for nothin'"
Around his waist was a strap with q
pouch bearing the kings monogram.
He ran up to the door and gave a cou-
| pie of thunderous knocks, the privileg-
ed rattat of telegraph messenger.
There was long delay. Then a
heavy step approached, and a man
opened the door-a big, heavy faced
man, with eyes that stared dreadfully
and nose damaged in life's transit
philip Arson, Esq.," said the boy
briskly, producing buff colored en-
velope.
The man seemed to swallow some
thing.
yes; he's here. Is that for him?"
"Yes, sir. Any reply~
The man took the telegram, closed
the door, and the boy heard his retreat
ing footsteps. After some minutes he
returned.
"It's too late to reply tonight, isn't
itY' he inquired.
"Yes, sir. 1t coom'd after hours, but
they'd paid t. porterage l. Lunnon so t.
postmistress said ye'd mebbe like to
hev it at vance. I've ridden all t. way
frae Scarsdale."
Late that evening, when the pro-
tracted cleaning Of the north was fast
yielding to the shadows Of a cloudy
night, the big man from the Grange
House drove into Scarsdale. He pulled
up at the Fox and Hounds public
house. He wanted Mr.. Green.
Anson's valet came.
"YOur master says you are to bring
his portmanteau to the Grange House
tonight. He intends remaining there.
You must get the landlord to sit up
until you return. 1t will take you an
hour and half to drive both ways"
Green was ready in five minutes.
He learned that a stable boy must
crouch at their feet to bring the dog
cart back. 1t was the property of the
Fox and Hounds proprietor.
Very unwillingly the horse swung
off again toward the moor There was
little conversation. The driver was
taclturn, the Londoner somewhat scar
ed by the dark loneliness.
At the Grange House they were met
by Philip Arson. He stood in the open
his lips and spoke in husky voice, the
voice of one under the stress of great
agitation.
THAT you, Green? Just give my bag
to the driver and return to the village.
Here is five pound note. Pay your
bill and go back to London by the first
train tomorrow. l stop here some few
days"
The astonished servant took the note
Before he could reply his master turn
ed, crossed room feebly lighted by
dull lamp and passed through a cur
tanned doorway.
Green was staring perpleXedly at the
house, the kitchen, his i'll favored COM
panion carrying Philips portmanteau
within, when he heard his masters
voice again and saw him standing be-
tween the partly drawn curtains, with
his face quite visible in the dim rays
Of the lamp.
"Green!"
Yes, sir"
"Here are my keys. Unlock the bag
and take the keys with you. You re-
member the small portmanteau in my
safe at Park lane?"
Yes, sir
"Open the safe, get that bag and
send it to me tomorrow night by train
to the Station hotel, York"
Tomorrow night, sir?"
Eyes"
The keys were thrown with rattle
on to broad kitchen table. Evidently
Mr.. Arson would not brook questions
as to Lis movements, though his few
words sounded contradictory. Green
got down, unfastened the portmantcan
and went back to the dogcart.
They're queer folk l. t Grange"
said the stable boy rs they drove way.
"There's barrow night and lady as
nobody ever sees, an a dochtor, an
| man-~hm as KEN for yc."
Surely they are well known here:'
"Not a bit of it. On'y bin here about
a week. I" doctor chaps very chirpy
but yon uther is rum 'un."
Green was certainly puzzled very
greatly by the unexpected develop
ments of the last few minutes, but he
was discreet and well trained.
He liked his young master and would
do anything to serve his interests.
Moreover, the ways of millonaires
were not the ways Of other men. All
he could do was to hear and OBEY.
He slept none the less soundly be-
cause his master chose voluntarily to
bury himself, even for little while.
in such a weirdly tumbledown old