Kingsbury County independent. (DeSmet, Kingsbury County, S.D.) 1894-1929, 1908-02-07

skirts Of tho little country town. where We
first met most of the people who figured In
this little story.
The parlor OF the 'Bea-'' was fairly full
about 8 in the evening.
There appeared to be something under
discussion which was the cause of more
han ordinary interest.
Read hat agen, Mister Plunkett!' said
a gray-haired father of the hamlet.
my son, We see" repeated Mr.. Plunkett,
"as is up in Lunnon as coachman TO Sir
Miles Beckett-him as lived about ere nigh
twenty years ago-'as sent me this paper,
the Marnin Poast, which as "A bit in It
about the OVID doctor and is niece,
Mr.. Plunkett then proceeded to read the
extract with which we are already famil-
lar.
While he was reading IT "A poorly dressed
man, who was quietly sitting in a corner
with some bread and cheese and a pint Of
beer, ceased from eating and drinking, and
! listened intently.
BEG pardin.' mate" he said, when the
other had finished, did / understand you
to say as DR.. Beckett. as used to live here
abouts is In London now ?''
Mr.. Plunkett looked the speaker up and
down, and then apparently satisfied with
his scrutiny, replied that IL was the same.
d you know where. he lives in Lon
don?''
wei. seem as my son as bin his
coachman for nigh . year. / ought to-"
Perhaps you wouldn't mind tellin' me.
I've something L wants bad to see him
about
Il dunno as | oughter. but / don't think
as you can do e much arm"
With the address in his pocket Nat Ross,
old Joey Baretta's one-time partner. pre-
pared to tramp the go miles and odd 10
London.
1t amt no arm to remind i'm or 'er of
old days; an me clean broke to the world.
She's married. that's certain, but l don't
think as she'll be fur away from the old
doctor. Anyway I'll try my luck, for | We
carried her in my arms 'undreds of times
when she wer' fractious. an Old Joey
didAt no more know what to do with her
than a babby unborn
1t was a fashionable concert at st.
James Han
scores OF carriages were waiting In line
10 take uD after it was over.
Hanging round the entrance i'm Regent
street, and closely canning every Iady's
face that came out. was Nat Ross.
harier In the day he had just missed Ivy
as she drove from Seamore Place. but
managed to hear the buffers order for st.
James Hall.
For two hours or more he had patiently
waited unconscious that he was being
watched by a pair of keen official ewes.
He would never have recognized her Of
course. but for knowing which was her
carriage.
Lady sandy's carriage" shouted the
commissicnaire.
Up it dashed, and as it's fair OCCUPANT
put her foot upon the step, a voice spoke
n her ear.
Frightened in spite Of herself, for she
was A hr1N p little coil T,,, .
pressed shrek.
At the same moment a heavy hand was
lad upon the mans shoulder.
What do you want with the Iady?'
Nothing"
That's very likely"
Let him go. policeman!" said Ivy.
pleadingly. He hasn't done me any
harm"
Very sorry, my lady. but this kind Of
things been going on for a good bit late
~, and we've got orders TO run the next
man n"
1t was all very unpleasant, for IVY
would have TO appear al the police court
the following day and prosecute.
Before the case was called on. however.
she was Informed that the p~ri.oner de-
sired TO see her. He was brought into a
room, and the statement he then made
was sufficiently impressive that upon
IVy's earnest appeal the magistrate al
lowed him to be discharged.
Il didn't mean no arm" he said .I
was stdrVin and didn't know which way
to look for a %farthing. l thought as NAV
be you'd 'elp me, fur the sake n old
DAYS, You an me was friends. | was
always stanch and true to yer father an
never wronSed I'm of a penny"
IVY was not one to conceal from her
husband the fact Of her mothers mesaI-
lance; indeed, Sir Randall had no cause
for complaint. seeing that his wife's moth
or was really Sir Miles Beckett's sister.
fortunately, the circumstances did nor
get into the papers, so tina no tongues
were set a-wagging.
Look here, my man. said the general
to Nat, the morning after his release from
custody, we want to do something for
you. What would you like? You can
e-,ber so down 10 my place in the country
ana III find Won a job there. or wen set
you up in something"
That's 1t, sir" sad Nat: would 1t run
to a little shootin' gallery to go round
with? l could see my way to a good liyin'
that way"
very well, come up here tomorrow. and
wen see about Il: meanwhile. go and get
4 lodging and something to eat
Randall" said Ivy. when the vaga-
bond had gone. Il love you more than |
did before, for you have helped an unfor-
tunate TO help himself, and. more than
that, do not love me any the less because
a poor juggler was m mothers husband
and my father