The independent-reporter. [volume] (Skowhegan, Me.) 1909-1955, 1909-09-16

the cline still growing upon him. He
was half asleep Quite good BIT Of the
time and wholly asleep during the re-
mainder.
Everything L. transferred by hand,
my lord. and the chateau is two miles
farther up the side Of the mountain.
It's quite a walk. sir"
"Do you mean to say we are to
walk"
Yes, my lord. IL you expect to go
there"
"Of course we expect to go there.
Are there no horses on the beastly
island2"
Hundreds, my lord, but they belong
to the people, and no one but their
owners ride them. The servants at the
chateau turned Mr.. Skaggs' horses out
to pasture before they left"
Before who leftT
1.-THE servants, my lord"
Lady Deppingham's eyes grew wide
with understanding. "You don't mean
to say that the servants have left the
placer she cried.
ayes, my lady. They were natives,
you know"
whats that got to do with it?" de-
manded Deppingham.
I'm afraid you don't understand
the situation" said Mr.. Bowles pa
tiently. You see. it's really a TRAN
gular controversy, II ! may be so bold
as to say 80. Lady Deppingham is one
of the angles; Mr.. Browne. the Amer
lean gentleman, is another; the native
population Is the last. Each wants to
be the hypotenuse. While the In
terests of all three are merged In the
real issue, there Is nevertheless de-
cided disposition all around to make
1t an entirely one sided affair"
II don't believe / grasp muttered
Depptngham blankly.
II see perfectly" exclaimed his wife.
1.-THE natives are allied against us,
just as we are. In a way. against them
and Mr.. Browne. Really, 1t seems
quite natural, doesn't 1t. dearY turn
ing to her husband.
Every likely, but very unfortunate.
down here on this pier. l say, Mr.
er-old chap. can't you possibly en-
gage some sort of transportation for
us? Really. you know, we can't stand
here all day"
1--WE no doubt l can arrange 1t, my
lord. If you will just wait here until
| run back to the bank | dare say I'll
find way. Perhaps you'd prefer
standing under the awning until / re-
turn"
1t was fully half an hour before he
was seen coming down the street, fol
lowed by score or more of natives,
their dirty white robes tapping about
their brown legs. At first they could
not believe 1t was Bowles. Lord Dep
bingham had sharp thrill of JOY, but
1t was short lived. Bowles had chang
ed at least portion Of his garb. He
now wore the tight red jacket of the
British trooper. while an ancient army
cap was strapped jauntily over his ear.
"It's all right. my lord" he said, sa-
luting as he came up. ''They will do
anything tell 'em to do when | rep
resent the British army. This is the
enly uniform on the island, but they've
been taught that there are more where
this one came from. These fellows
will carry your boxes up to the cha
teau, sixPence to the man, If you
please. sir, and I've sent for two carts
to draw your party up the slope
They'll be here In jlfry, my lady"
Then. turning majesticnlly to the hud-
died natives. he waved his slender
stick and said: Lively nowi No loaf
ing! Lively"
Whereupon the entire collection of
boxes, bags and bundles fguratively
picked itself up and walked off In the
direction of the chateau
Continued Next Week