The independent-reporter. [volume] (Skowhegan, Me.) 1909-1955, 1909-11-04

voys a Fri ate yacht, she stops of NJ
this BEAST island to catch her breath
and to see that all are safe then she
charges ofi Into the horizon like bird
that hns D. home. May ! offer you a
cigarette princess? by the way. l
wonder how Chase came off with ais
side show
Saunders tells nue. that he was near
to being butchered. but luck was with
him" said Deppingham. His ship
came home"
at was a daring trick. I'm glad he
pulled 1t off He's man, that fellow
Is" said Browne. See, princess. away
up there IN the mountain Is his home.
There's light. See it? He keeps
rather late hours, you see"
Tell me about him." said the prin-
cess suddenly. She arose and walked
to the vine covered wall, followed by
Bobby Browne.
Il don't know much TO tell yeu,"
said he. Hes made an enemy or two,
and they are trying to drive him out
We've asked him down here just be-
cause we can't bear to think of q fel-
low creature wasting his days In utter
loneliness, but he has so far declined
WIN thanks. The islanders are begin
ming to hate him. They distrust him,
Britt says. or course you know why
we are here. YOU
Every one knows, Mr.. Browne.
You are the most interesting quartet
In the world just now. Every one Is
wondering how 1t is going to end.
What pity you can't marry Lady
Agnesp'
"Oh. sayP' protested Browne. She
laughed merrily.
But how dull 1t must be for Mr..
Chase! Does he complaint
II can't say that he does. Britt
that's my lawyer-Britt says he's new
er heard murmur from him. He
takes his medicine with a smile. l
like that sort of fellow, and l wish
he'd be q little more friendly"
HE has learned to know and keep
his place." said she coolly. Perhaps
she was thinking of his last night In
the palace garden. Away up there In
the darkness cleaned his single, lone
", pathetic little light. isn't 1t rath-
sr odd, MIR. Browne, that his light
should be burning at 2 o'clock in the
mornIng2 Is 1t his custom to sit upT
'Pve never noticed it before, now
you speak of 1t. l hope nothing seri-
Gus has happened to him. He may
have been injured in ! say, If you
don't mind. I'll ask some one to tele-
phone up to his place"
Eyes, do telephone" she broke In. 81
am sure Lady Deppingham will ap-
prove. No, thank you. will stand
mere awhile. 1t is cool. and love the
stars" Five minutes later he re-
turned to her, accompanied by Lady
Agnes. She was still looking at the
stars.
Lady Deppingham called him up"
said Bobby.
"And he answered In person." said
her ladyship. "He seemed strangely
agitated for q moment or two, Ge-
nevra, and then he laughed-yes,
laughed In my face, although 1t was
such long way of. l asked him If
he was Ill or had been hurt. He said
he never felt better In his life and
hadn't a scratch. He laughed sup
pose to show me that he was all right
Then he asked me to thank you for
bringing warship. You saved his
life. Really one would think you
were quite a heroine or godsend or
something like that never heard
han fhA h.
said good night to me- Therer
The light in the bungalow bobbed
mysteriously for an instant and then
went out.
"How far is 1t from hereY asked
the princess abruptly.
NEARLY two miles as the crow flies.
only there are no crows here. Five
miles by the road, fancy, Isn't it.
Bobby? I call him Bobby, you know
when we are all on good terms. I
don't see why l shouldn't II you stop
to think how near to being married
to each other we are at this very In
slant"
81 wonder If help could reach him
quickly In the event Of an attack"
at could If he'd have the kindness
to notify us by phone" said Browne.
But he wouldn't telephone to us"
said Lady Deppingham ruefully. Hes
not so communicative as that"
'Surely he would call upon you for
help If he"-
"You don't know him, Genevra."
The princess smiled In vague sort
of way. "T've met him quite Informal
ly, II you remember"
81 should say 1t was informally. It's
the most delicious story I've ever
heard. You must tell 1t to Mr. Browne,
dear. It's all about the enemy In
Thorberg. Mr.. Browne. There's your
wife calling. Bobby. She wants you
TO tell that story again about the bish-
op who rang the doorbell."