The Mankato free press. [volume] (Mankato, Blue Earth County, Minn.) 1879-1924, 1910-03-25

WALLOwAY WAS ESCORTING MIR. DEVINE
PAST THE STOUT BUTLER.
you know, but a real nice little lady.
Plenty of ginger about her, too, /
should imagine, if she was stirred up"
1t was with difficulty that Mr.. Wal
loway found any response to make.
'Then-then you have made the ac-
Quaintance Of Adolf the Countess Wee
chip
"Oh, sure! We've had q couple of
| coZy little chats together. I've had a
talk with the old gentleman too. And,
| say, between 'em, hearing what they
| both think of me, I've got my chin
down on my breastbone and my tail
curled between my legs like yellow
dog that's been run over by truck"
You mean that they are unfriendly
to you!'
"Well. that hardly does the case jus
tice, but it'll pass. And that's what
fetches me here this morning. You
see, I've planned to stick it out there
for another day or so. And, say, Nick,
as an act Of charity | want you to
, come around tonight and do a little
gloom breaking. Bring the folks with
| you too"
"fOu-yOu wish me to visit you at
Hewington Acres-tOnight? In amaze
ment.
"Sure! Nothing formal, you know:
just an offhand dropping in, same as
you might on any of your friends
around here"
Mr.. Walloway stared at him with a
fascinated interest. The Cherub smll-
ed blandly, confidently, in return.
But we-we-there are guests, You
know" weakly protested Mr.. Wallo-
way.
Guests? Well, bring 'em along. /
don't mind. The more the merrier."
Mr.. Walloway fastened to mention
that one was a bishop and named him
impressively.
Mr.. Devine slapped his knee joyously.
what. The funny little old chap
with the white side whiskers and an
equator like a Broadway cop? Is he
down here? Say, Nick, that bishop is
the real article, he is. Know him!
Well. you ask him about coming over
ON the Lucania with Cherub Devine.
Tell him | left 4 special invitation for
him and see what he says"
II will consult my mother. Thank
you very much, Mr.. Devine.'
"Oh, that's all right. And, say,
Nick, while you're about it just round
up few of the neighbors for me, will
you! Those Wilburs and hyphen
Tremways and any others you think
will do. Bring a mob--the house is big
enough"
Young Mr.. Walloway gasped.
"But-but''- he began in expOstula-
ton.
"Oh. yes, you can if you go at it
right" broke in the Cherub encourag-
ingly. They've all heard of me, I'll
bet. Tell 'em I'm a freak, a curiosity
anything that'll fetch 'em fast
enough. Any one staying at the
Tremways? You don't say! Comes
from Austria. doesn't he? Well. you
tell the Tremways to bring the baron
along. Why. the baron and took the
The barons all right too. Oh, he'll
remember me. Say, what's the proper
caper Tor a Sunday night spread-lo!
Half past 8. Well. call 1t $50 then.
SO long Nick"
If the Cherub had used ropes and
straps he could not have left young
Mr.. WallOway more incapable of NOV
ing from the chair In which he was
sitting. For a long period he stared
vaguely into space without stirring.
Once or twice his lips murmured
name. 1t sounded something like
Adele. Gradually. however, the Wal
loway chin resumed its usual tirmness.
A look of resignation crept into the
gray eyes. He rose stiftiy, walked to
the window and stared out.
Perhaps perhaps" he faltered,
"he's right"
Continued Next Week.