Five Mile Beach weekly journal., 1910-04-22

She had heard and seen enough to
convince her that at least part of what
she had gathered from her fathers in
timations was correct. Some n was
being kept as a prisoner about the
place. That some one was shut up in
the icehouse. 1t was useless to ask
questions. Her father would refuse
to answer. and the replies of Timmins
were too inventive TO be convincing.
So early the next morning. before
any one else on Hewington Acres had
ever reused and turned over for a
sunrise nap. the Countess Veechi
stole quietly downstairs. let herself
put Of the front windows and walked
determinedly in the direction of the
icehouse.
Meanwhile Cherub Devine had hur-
ried back to town and sought out that
distinguished champion of the rights
and privileges of such corporations as
can afford to pay liberal fees. Mr..
Robert Jaynes Driscoll.
Your average client would not have
attempted to find Mr.. Driscoli of that
hour in the evening or. having found
him, would hardly have expected him
to give legal advice out of business
hours. But Cherub Devine never
stopped to inquire whether or not he
was violating professional ethics or
intruding on personal privacy. He
knew that Bob Driscoll would most
likely be found either at his club or
at home. Five minutes In a telephone
booth settled the question. Mr.. Dris-
coll was at home. He would be glad
to see Cherub.
Mr.. Devine hailed q taxicab and
within half an hour was being shown
into a back room whose walls were
books bound in calfskin.
Mr.. Driscoll smiled and waved Mr..
Devine toward a chair.
"Do mucn 81 this night work."
asked the Cherub. Have to, l sup
pose, to keep things running"
Again Mr.. Driscoll smiled. He was
quite used to Mr.. Deyine's breezy
manner He asked of Mr.. Devine
what was up.
"All kinds of things" responded the
Cherub, dropping into a red leather
GAoAl AAlA OhC III LIS a.
cigars from a waistcoat pocket
"Firstly," began the Cherub, you're
the chief attorney for that blasted
railroad I've just loaded up with.
aren't your
Mr.. Driscoll nodded.
Good! Now, as my private counsel
I'd like to have you tell me If l can
safely get rid of being president of 1t
within the e Gw~enty-four hours"
mot tired of it so soon. are your"
'"Tired! Why, say. Bob. there isn't
work enough about a job of that kind
to keep a man awake. | put In all one
day trying to find things to do. By 10
o'clock I'd o. KID a basketful of gen.
eral orders that l didn't know any
thing about. fired three fluffy haired
typewriter girls and issued a dozen
annual -passas TO my friends. Then
my priva5 $eecretary and | sat around
and looked at each other until lunch
con time. l didn't show up again. No.
no, Bobi 1t may be highly respectable
and all that. but I've got to be where
there's something doing. l want to
get back into the street."
There's nothing to prevent you
from r~esigning."
Except putting in some one thatn
work things the way l want 'em
worked. What do you say to old RIM
mer?''
trimmer of Chicago"
"Yep; the one we nipped On short
holdings. Now, he hates me as the
devil hates holy water. but he's a hus-
tier, and he knows the railroad game
like a book. He's down and out now,
but he won't stay down, and when he
gets up again I'd rather have him on
my side than against me. Guess he'd
rather be with me too. How about
Rimmer, ehY'
Mr.. Driscoll sent a quick but appre-
ciative glance at the Cherub. He in
dorsed the Rimmer nomination.
''Then that's settled" observed the
Cherub. You send for him In the
morning and put it up to him. / fig
ure that he'll be mighty glad to crawl
on the band wagon. Now for item
No. 2. Bet a million you couldn't
guess what I've been doing"
STAKE TOO nlSn, dugHeu MT. DrlS-
coll, but / think l could come near
guessing. You've been getting mar
ried."
"Z-z-z-ing, but that was close-I don't
think" replied the Cherub. you're
within gunshot. though, Bob. And L
expect l might as we'll own up that
I'd like to, but there's no hope. l
found the right girl. all right, and I'd
just told her about it, when who
should show up but a hubby"
mot hers?"
Fright! I thought all along she was
a widow. Every one thinks so. He's
one of these cheap macaroni counts,
regular wife beaten. and their honey
moon didn't last more than a few
hours. She leaves him in Italy and