Audubon Republican. [volume] (Audubon, Iowa) 1894-1925, 1910-07-28

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Armstrong died insolvent, as / believe
was the case, his widow ought to be
glad to be rid of so expensive a piece
of property"
The lawyer cleared his throat.
Il am very sorry you have made
this decision" he said Miss Innes,
Mrs. Fitzhugh tells me Louise Arm
strong is with YOU"
"She is
Has she been informed of this
double bereavement"
mot yet" said. "She has been
very i'll; perhaps tonight she can be
told"
1T is very sad very sad" he said.
Il have telegram for her. Miss In
mes. Shall send it out?"
Better open it and read It to me-"
| suggested. IF it is important that
will save time"
There was pause while Mr. Har-
ton opened the telegram. Then he
read 1t slowly, judicially.
Watch for Nina Darlington Home
Monday. Signed f. L. W."
Hunt" l said. Watch for Nina
Darlington. Home Monday Very
well, Mr.. Harton, | will tell her, but
she is not in condition to watch for
any one"
We'll, Miss Innes, II you decide to
-er-relinquish the lease, let me
know" the lawyer said.
81 shall not relinquish it." replied,
and imagined his irritation from the
way he hung up the receiver.
/ wrote the telegram down word for
word, afraid to trust my memory, and
decided to ask DR.. Stewart how soon
| Louise might be told the truth. The
closing of the Traders bank l con.
sidered unnecessary for her to know,
but the death of her stepfather and
stepbrother must be broken to her
soon, or she might hear it in some
unexpected and shocking manner.
DIR. Stewart came about four o'clock,
bringing his leather satchel into the
house with great deal of care, and
opening it at the foot of the stairs
to show me dozen big yellow eggs
nesting among the bottles.
Real eggs" he said proudly. None
of your anemic store eggs, but the real
| thing-some of them still warm. Feel
them! Egg-nog for Miss Louise!"
He was beaming with satisfaction,
and before he left, he insisted on 60.
ing back to the pantry and making
an egg-nog with his own hands. Some.
how, all the time he was doing il,
had vision of DR.. Willoughby, my
nerve specialist in the city, trying to
make an egg-nog. I wondered If he
ever prescribed anything so plebeian
and so delicious. And while DR..
Stewart whisked the eggs he talked.
II said to Mrs. Stewart" he con.
fided, little red in the face from the
exertion, after I went home the other
day, that you would think me an old
gossip, for saying what did about
Walker and Miss Louise"
Nothing of the Sort" protested
THE fact is" he went on, evidently
justifying himself, II got that piece Of
information just as we get a lot of
things, through the kitchen end of the
house. Young Walkers chauffeur
Walkers more fashionable than / am,
and he goes around the country in a
Stanhope car-well, his chauffeur
comes to see our servant girl, and he
told her the whole thing. l thought
it was probable, because Walker spent
/ lot of time up here last summer,
4 when the. family was here, and be-
sides, Riggs, that's Walkers man, had
a very pat little story about the doc
| tors building house on this proper
ty, just at the foot of the hill. The
| sugar, please"
| The egg-nog was finished Drop by
| drop the liquor had cooked the egg,
/ and now, with a final whisk, last
toss in the shaker, it was ready, a
| symphony in gold and white. The
doctor shifted it.
Real eggs, real milk, and a touch
of real Kentucky whisky" he said.
He insisted on carrying 1t up him
| self, but at the foot of the stairs he
| paused.
Riggs said the plans were drawn
for the house." he said, barking back
| to the old subject. Drawn by Hus-
ton in town. So naturally believed
| him"
When the doctor came down, was
ready with a question
Doctor" / asked, "is there any one
in the neighborhood named Caring
ton? Nina Carrington?"
| "Carrington?" He wrinkled his fore
head. Darlington? No, don't re-
member any such family. There used
to be Covingtons down the creek"
"The name was Darlington" l said,
and the subject lapsed.
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