The Paducah evening sun. [volume] (Paducah, Ky.) 1906-1929, 1908-08-06

tue pOStOHce 10 SEND some telegramS.
II was a small shop and the time early
afternoon. when few people were about.
A man who had preceded her was
looking at watches and seemed deeply
absorbed In this occupation. She heard
his inquiries as TO quality and price
and knew that 1t was Armitage's voice
before she recognized HIS tall figure.
She made her purchase quickly and
was about TO leave the shop when he
turned toward her. and she bowed.
Good afternoon, Miss Claiborne.
These are very tempting bazaars. aren't
theyf II the abominable tariff laws OF
America did not give US pause
| He bent above her. hat in hand. smil-
ing. He had concluded the purchase
of watch. which the shopkeeper was
now wrapping in box.
81 have just purchased a little re
membrance for my ranch foreman out
In Montana, and before I can place II
in his hands II must be examined and
appraised and all the pleasure OF the
gift destroyed by the custom officers
in New York. ! hope you are good
smuggler. Miss Claiborne"
I'D like 20 be. Women are supposed
10 have a knack at the business. but
my father is so patriotic that he makes
me declare everything"
Patriotism will carry one far. but !
object both IN being taxed aud 10 the
alternative OF corrupfing the gentlemen
who lie in wait at the receipt Of Gus
toms - "A.
"Of course the answer is that Amer
leans should buy at home" replied
Shirley. She received her change. and
ArmItage placed his small package In
his pocket - tr u
my brother expected TO meet me
here He ran OF with our carriage
shirley explained 80 = .iit. e.
"These last errands are always try
ing. There are innumerable things one
would like 10 come back for from mid
ocean. tariff or no tariff"
There's the wireless" said Shirley
''In time We shall be able to commit
our afterthoughts TO II. But lost views
can hardly be managed that way. Aft
er get home shall think Of scores OF
things | should like to see again that
photographs don't give"
Armitage had been the subject OF so
much jesting between Dick and her
self that II seemed strange TO be talk
Ing TO him. His face frightened pleas
antly when he spoke. His eyes were
grayer than she had mocklngly de
scribed them for her brothers benefit
the day before His manner was grave
ly courteous. and she did not at all be
lleve that he had followed her about.
Armitsge was aware that a jewelers.
shop was hardly the place for extended
conversation with young woman
whom he scarcely knew. but he lin.
gered In the Joy OF hearing this Amer
lean girls voice, and what she said in
terested him immensely. He had seen
her first In Paris n few months before
at an exhibition Of battle paintings.
He had come upon her standing quite
alone before High Tide at Gettys-
burg" the picture Of the year, and he
had noted the quick mounting OF color
to her cheeks as the splendid move
ment Of the palnting-its ardor and fire
took hold Of her. He saw her again
In Florence. and. it was from there that
he had deliberately followed the Clsl-
borues.
His own plans were now quite unset
tied by his interview with Won Stree
bel. He fully expected Chauvenet In
Gonava Tho man bad anparantlv haon
on cordial terms with the Clalbornes.
and as he had seemed to be master Of
his own time ii was wholly possible
that he would appear before the Clsl-
bornes left Geneva. Ii was now the
second day after Won Stroebel's depar-
ture. and Armitage began to feel I'M
easy.
He stood with Shirley quite near the
shop door. The carriage drove up
and Dick Claiborne came up to them
at once and bowed TO Armitage
There is great news. Count Fer
dinand Won Stroebel was murdered In
his railway carriage between here AMI
Vienna. They found him dead at Inns
bruck this morning"
us II possible. Are you quite sure
he was murdered?'
II was Armitage who asked the ques
ton. He spoke In a tone quite mat
ter of fact and colorless. so that Shir-
ley looked at him in surprise, but she
saw that he was very grave, and then
instantly some hidden feeling flashed
In his eyes.
There is no doubt Of 1t. II was an
atrocious crime. The count was an oil
man and feeble when we saw him the
other day. He wasn't fair game for
an assassin" said Claiborne.
mo; he deserved a better fate" re-
marked Armitage.
He was a grand old man." said
Shirley as they left the shop and walk
ed toward the carriage. Father ad-
mired him greatly. il is terrible TO
think OF his being murdered