The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1909-07-22
By GEORGE BARR M'CUTCHEON
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Copyright. 1908. by Dodd. Mead
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The newcomer was an Amer1canI
 
 "I've sighted the enemy" exclaimed Bobby Browne, coming up from Nep- tunes pool-the largest of the foun- tains. His wife and Lady Depping- ham were sitting in the cool retreat under the hanging garden. Would you care to have a peek at him?"
 'T should think so," said his wife, jumping to her feet. He's been on the island three days, and we haven't had a glimpse of him. Come along, Lady Deppingham."
 Lady Deppingham arose reluctantly, stifing a yawn.
 They had come to call the new American lawyer 'the enemy" No one knew his name or cared to know 1t, for that matter. Bowles in answer to the telephone inquiries of Saunders said that the new solicitor had taken temporary quarters above the bank and was in hourly consultation with Won Blitz, Rasula and others. Much of his time was spent at the mines. Later on, it was commonly reported, he was to take up his residence in deserted bungalow far up on the mountain side in plain view from the chateau.
 Life at the chateau had not been al- lowed to drag. The white servants had become good friends despite the natural disdain that the trained Eng fish expert feels for the unpublished American domestic.
 Miss Pelham, the stenographer from West Twenty-third street, had set her cap for the unsuspecting MT. Saunders. She had learned in the wisdom of her sex that he was fancy free. MT. Saun- ders, fully warned against the Ameri- can typewriter girl as a class, having read the most shocking jokes at her expense in the comic papers, was rath- CT shy at the outset, but Britt gallant ly came to Miss Pelham's defense and rescue by emphatically assur- ing Saunders that she was a perfect to no mans wife.
 ''But have no wife," quickly pro- tested Saunders, turning dull red.
 '"The devilv' exclaimed Britt, appar- ently much upset by the revelation.
 But of this more anon.
 
 Browne conducted the two young women across the drawbridge and to the sunlit edge of the terrace, where two servants awaited them with para sols.
 There he isi See him? almost whispered Browne, as if the solitary, figure at the foot of the av- enue was likely to hear his voice and be frightened away.
 The enemy was sitting serenely on one of the broad iron benches just in side the gates to the park, his arms cut along the back, his legs extended and crossed. It was quite that he was lazily surveying the chateau, putting with consistent ease at the cigarette which dropped from his lips.
 "Mr. Britt was right said Mrs. Browne irrelevantly. She was peering at the stranger through the binoculars. ''He is very good looking"
 And you from Boston, too," scoffed Lady Depptngham. Mrs. Browne flush ed and smiled deprecatingly.
 Wonder what he's doing here in the grounds?'' puzzled Browne.
 Its plain to me that he is resting his audacious bones," said her lady ship, glancing brightly at her CO., legatee.
 Three men were approaching by the path which led down from the far away stables. Browne recognized the dark skinned men as servants in the chateau-the major domo, the chef and the master of the stables.
 Lord Deppingham must have sent them down to pitch him over the wall," he said. with an excited grin.
 Impossible! My husband is hunting for sapphires in the ravine back of'- She dtl not complete the sentence.
 The enemy was greeting the statu- esque natives with a friendliness that upset all calculations. It was evident that the meeting was prearranged. There was no attempt at secrecy. The whatever its portent, had the merit of being quite aboveboard. Tn the end the tall solicitor, lifting his helmet with gesture so significant that it left no room for speculation, turned and sauntered through the broad gateway and out into the forest road. The three servants returned as they had come, by way of the bridle path along the wall.
 ''The nerve of himr' exclaimed Browne. That graceful attention was meant for us. I'll have Britt inter- view those fellows at once. Our kitch- an, our stable and our domestic disci- pline are threatened"
 They hastened to the chateau and regaIed the resourceful Britt with the news.
 That evening he dragged the reluc- tant Saunders into the privacy of the hanging garden and deliberately inter rupted the game of bridge which was going on.
 "Ladies and gentlemen" said MT. Britt, calmly dropping into a chair near by. "this place is full of spies."
 "Spies!" cried four voices in unison. MT. Saunders nodded plaintive apol- ogy.
 ..yes- sir. every native servant here