The Caldwell tribune. [volume] (Caldwell, Idaho Territory [Idaho]) 1883-1928, 1910-07-01


81 beg your pardon he said ad
vancing and barring his head, so that
the gold in his brown hair caught the
sunlight, but would you tell me il
these are private links and to whom
they belong? 1 fear we are trespass
ing?" He said this just as if hadn't
told him all about it.
The girl turned to him uncertainty;
then she smiled a wide, jolly smile OF
good fellowship. | knew she would
they all do that at Vincent
Was that your ball?" she said, not
needing his question. I'm very sorry.
1t hit my dog"
Vincent was all concern in a mo-
ment.
What a shame" he said. did it
hurt him?" and he knelt down to ex.
anime the dogs paw.
"Oh, no, Rudolph's all right" she an.
swered; but it spoiled your drive, and
I'm sorry for that" and then she, too
knelt on the grass beside the dog.
| felt that it was time to step for
ward My dear young lady" said
she couldn't have been more than 20,
so | did not hesitate to address her
thus-"My dear young lady, will you
please tell us whether we are trespass-
ing in using this court? To whom does
it belong?" You see, | had to pre-.
tend ignorance to get more informa.
ton. | have many of the intuitions
that go to make up a great detective,
and | had a presentiment that this
girl was none other than the Honor
able Agatha Wyckhoff herself.
This proved to be the case. AS /
addressed myself to her the girl rose
with dignity and replied: 81 am the
Honorable Agatha Wyckhoff and |
own these grounds. So, you see, you are
trespassing."
But her tone was laughing and her
expression not at all severe, so |
promptly told her who we were, and
we shook hands, the Honorable Agatha
smiling at me somewhat the way she
had smiled at Vincent, though perhaps
a trifie more appreciatively.
1--WE didn't mean to-" said Vincent,
"and | hope you don't mind. You'll |
forgive us, won't your"
The girl laughed, and it was laugh |
that l like to hear, not the silly, re-
pressed giggle of London debutante
She'll very nearly do" l thought,
even if she isn't more than 90"
Forgive you?" she repeated. "Of
course l will. think it's great fun.
haven't seen a new man for six
weeks"
was wondering what she meant |
by using the word new" and waiting
for Vincent to reply, when, instead of |
answering her, he suddenly pointed |
over my shoulder with look of hor-
ror. THE train" he cried, the train!"
Sure enough, when l turned l saw |
our train had started and, although |
moving slowly, was well on it's way
% the little town in the distance.
We were three-quarters of a mile |
rom the tracks by this time, and of |
course pursuit was useless.
Left behind" cried Vincent, dra-
and burst out laughing.
That's just like him-he always |
aughs at everything. For my own
'art l couldn't see anything funny
bout it. Here we were set down in a
title town that probably did not con-
ain an inn, while our luggage travelled
nerrily on to Cuppstone, all because
If foolish within of his. The girl |
aughed, too, so there was no use in |
elling him what | thought of him then.
well, what are we going to do?" |
asked sharply.
"DO?" echoed Vincent. why, with
Ter permission, We'll play a game of
,old with the Honorable Agatha, and
hen go on to the station, whatever its
lame is, and take another train for
Its name is Wye" said the Honor
bic Agatha, "the town of Wye, and
hats very good plan. That's just
THAT we'll do"
And it was just what we did do. And
on should have seen that girl play
off! By the time we had been around
he l8-hOle course felt little fatigued
OllC llslo " hCSp III training 10 |
hat sort of thing at a minutes notice
but Vincent and the Honorable
.gatha seemed as fresh as when we
tarted and proposed a race to the
tation. told them to run on ahead
nd I'd meet them later, so away
hey dashed, with Rudolph leaping and
arking in front of them, never doubt
lg that the whole thing was planned
Or his especial benefit.
When | reached the station at last.
lstead of seeing about our train or
elegraphing to Cuppstone about our
tie arrival, there was Vincent sitting
n the luggage-truck with that girl.
nd, am ashamed to say, he was hold
lg her hand. When they spied me the
lrl tried to pull her hand away, but
incent held on.
THAT you, Archibald?" he called, as
it could have been anyone else.
Come on up here. We've been telling
'rtunes, and Miss Agatha's hand is
cry interesting"
No doubt" | answered, dryly; but