The enterprise-recorder. (Madison, Fla.) 1908-1933, 1908-10-29

SLOSS'eAalulue lnemE'
Pardon me, there is no need"
But isn't it usual?
"Eardly-under the circumstances
The buffers guilt is, | take it, a mat.
ter beyond dispute"
Yes, Of course, but'-and she look.
ed at me as though she doubted if
were an inquiry agent at all, so u1otho.
doX were my proceedings. l sustained
my character by producing a note.
| book.
l presume, madam, that you can
account for the new buffers abrupt
departure on no other scorer"
Certainly mott"
Then please give me a description
CT the man to the best Of your re-
membrance."
AS she rounded off her description
with the exclamation, oh my valua.
BILE jewels!" a small hurricane came
into the room in the person of Mr..
Warrington Stout He was dressed in
loud check suit, an aggressive green
cap (Which he retained on his head,
presumably because he thought my So
cial position inferior to his), and in
his hand he carried a riding whip.
Think you'll catch the beggar, eh?"
he remarked surveying me through
his monocle
l opined that with the priceless as
sistance of the local police the thing
was possible.
PITY | was in the chops Of the chan.
mel at the time. If only I'd been here
what time he would have had!" and
he fiourished the whip alarmingly in
the air.
"Oh, Peter, you couldn't have done
more than I did" exclaimed his wife,
applying her pocket handkerchief to
her eyes.
Personally I though Peter would
have done more. He would have pull.
ed that bell pail in their bedroom
right down.
l declined the offer of refreshment
(Which would have been partaken of,
/ felt convinced, in the servants halD,
took a snack at Grantham Station
and caught the next train back to
town.
BY this time l had mentally re-
solved that those local police should
have the honor and glory Of hunting
down the pseudo.butler which that fool
had engaged, and recovering the stolen
articles.
If Mrs. Warrington Stouts jewels
did not blaze this season in Covent
Garden Opera House, so much the bet
ter
Which was a mans view, of course,
and wholly unprofessiOnal.
H.
l went the following evening to one
of the best known of the London mu-
sic halls, Variety entertainments do
not often attract me- but the special
excellence OF the program promised
something out Of the ordinary, and
the promise was kept. A succession Of
turns, increasing II interest, conclud-
ed with the usual pictures on the bio
scope, which | always find intensely
fascinating.
A humorous series was first shown,
and then appeared on the screen the
title of the next;
Arrival of the Scotch Express at
Kings Cross"
The time and date of the taking OF
the picture were shown, 1t was 10
q. m. on the previous day. The bio
scope is nothing if not up,to-date.
First you saw the people on the sta
ton awaiting the arrival Of the train.
Some things do not strike you as fun.
ny until you see them in a picture.
That ragged line OF porters, standing
anywhere and at all angles, made me
laugh Somehow | felt that they
ought to be drawn up in military line,
and every man jack OF them made to
salute the brave engine-driyer as he
brought the huge locomotive grace
fully to rest at the platform. Then
an inspector ought to call Break
away" and they should fall upon the
luggage with their accustomed feroe'
ity.
But my whimsical idea was soon put
to fight, for there, talking to porter
in the immediate foreground of the
picture was somebody so closely re-
sembling Mr. Warrington Stout that
If. At that moment the man l was
watching turned full face to the au-
dience. 1t was Warrington Stout,
without the shadow of doubt.
The events OF yesterday, to which l
had not given a thought all the even