The Democrat-sentinel. [volume] (Logan, Ohio) 1906-1935, 1909-03-11

vancing and barring his head, so tha
the gold in his brown hair caught the
sunlight "but would you tell rue 4
they belong? | fear we are trespass
ing?" He said this just as If hadn'
told him all about 1t.
The girl turned to him uncertainty
then she smiled wide, jolly smile o
good fellowship. | knew she would
they all do that at Vincent.
Was that your ball?" she said, no
needing his question. I'm very sorry
II hit my dog"
Vincent was all concern In mo
ment.
What a shame he said. Did 4
hurt him." and he knelt down to ex
anime the dogs paw.
"Oh, no, Rudolphs all right" she an
swered; but It spoiled your drive, ant
I'm sorry for that" and then she, too
knelt on the grass beside the dog
felt that 1t was time to step for
ward. My dear young lady" said
she couldn't have been more than 20
50 ] did not hesitate to address hel
thus-"My dear young lady, will yor
please tell us whether we are trespass
ing in using this court? To whom does
1t belong" You see. had to pre-
tend ignorance to get more informa
ton. ! have many OF the intuitions
that so to make up a great detective
and | had a presentiment that this
girl was none other than the Honor
able Agatha Wyckhoff herself.
This proved to be the case AS !
addressed myself to her the girl rose
with dignity and replied Il am the
Honorable Agatha Wyckhoff and |
own these grounds. So. you see, you are
'respassing."
But her tone was laughing and her
expression not at all severe, so
promptly told her who we were, and
we shook hands, the Honorable Agatha
smiling at me somewhat the way she
had smiled at Vincent, though perhaps
trifie more appreciatively.
I'VE didn't mean to-" said Vincent,
and hope you don't mind. You'll
forgive us. won't you?"
that like to hear, not the silly, re-
pressed giggle OF London debutante
Shell very nearly do" / thought,
even if she isn't more than 20"
Forgive you?" she repeated. "Of
course | will. | think it's great fun
| haven't seen a new man for six
weeks"
was wondering what she meant
by using the word new" and waiting
for Vincent to reply. when, instead of
answering her, he suddenly pointed
over my shoulder with look of hor-
rcr. THE train he cried, the train"
Sure enough, when | turned | saw
our train had started and. although
moving slowly, was well on it's way
to the little town in the distance.
We were three-quarters of mile
from the tracks by this time, and OF
course pursuit was useless.
Left behind" cried Vincent, dra-
matically, and burst out laughing.
That's just like him--he always
laughs at everything. For my own
part ] couldn't see anything funny
about it. Here we were set down in
little town that probably did not con
tain an inn, while our luggage travelled
merrily on to Cuppstone, all because
of a foolish whim of his. The girl
laughed too, so there was no use in
telling him what thought of him then.
Well what are we going to do?" |
asked sharply.
'Do?" echoed Vincent. "Why, with
her permission, we'll play a game of
gold with the Honorable Agatha, and
then go on to the station, whatever its
name is and take another train for
Cuppstone."
Its name is Wye" said the Honor
able Agatha the town OF Wye, and
that's very good plan. That's just
what well do"
And 1t was just what we did do. And
you should have seen that girl play
golf. BY the time we had been around
the 1S-hole course felt a little fatigued
one has to keep in training to do
that sort of thing at a minutes notice
but Vincent and the Honorable
Agatha seemed as fresh as when we
started and proposed a race to the
station. I told them to run on ahead
and I'd meet them later, so away
they dashed, with Rudolph leaping and
barking in front of them, never doubt
ing that the whole thing was planned
for his especial benefit.
When reached the station at last.
instead of seeing about our train or
telegraphing to Cuppstone about our
late arrival there was Vincent sitting
on the luggage.truck with that girl,
and, | am ashamed to say, he was hold
ing her hand, When they spied me the
girl tried to pull her hand away. but
Vincent held on.
THAT you, Archibald" he called, as
If 1t could have been anyone else
Come on up here. We've been telling
fortunes, and Miss Agatha's hand is
very interesting"
"No doubt" | answered. dryly: but
what have you done about telegraphing
TO Cuppstone, and what train have you
round we can take?"
There isn't any train" said Vim. |
cent as cheerfully as II he were tell |
ng me bit Of good news. "Only two |
trains a day run through Wye from |
London, and ours was the last. Any |
way, your friend, the guard, thought |
We ought to get OF here and put off all
)ur luggage"