Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1910-04-27

low was close at W
his heels. always A swARTHY FELLOW
keeping we'll out PASSED OUT OF
of sight himself. THE DOOR.
''I'll come in soon to look at those
rings" said King, placing the notes on
the counter. Spantz merely nodded.
raked in the bills without counting
them and passed the sword over to the
purchaser.
Truxton picked up the weapon and
stalked away.
few minutes later he was on his
way to the castle grounds. accOmpa-
MED by the short legged Mr. Hobbs
Hobbs led him through the great
park gates and up to the lodge of ia
coc Fraasch. the venerable high stew
ard of the grounds. Here, to Kings
utter disgust. he was booked as plain
Cooks tourist and mechanically ad-
vised to pay strict attention to the
rules.
It's no disgrace" growled Hobbs.
redder than ever You're inside the
grounds, and you've got to obey the
rules, same as any tourist Right this
way. sir. Wen take a turn just inside
the wall. Now. on your left. ladies
and-ahem!-l should say-ahem! -sir.
you may see the first turret ever built
on the wall. 1t is over 400 years old.
On the right we have''-
''See here. Hobbs" said King. stop
ping short I'm dashed if I'll let you
lecture me as if were a gang of hay
seeds from Joshville"
Very good, sir. No offense. quite
forgot. sir.
Just tell me. old chap. Don't lee
ture. Hobbs, this is all very beautiful
and very grand and very slow" said
King, stopping to lean against the
moss covered wall that encircled the
| park within a park. the grounds adj
| joining the grotto. Cant hop over
this wall and take peep into the
| grotto?"
by no means." cried Hobbs, Mortified.
| King looked over the low wall. The
| prospect was alluring. The pool. the
trickling rivulets. the messy banks. the
dense shadows-it was maddening to
! think he could not enter.
| Il wouldn't be in there a minute
! he argued. And l might catch a
glimpse of dream lady. Now. l say
Hobbs. here's low place. l could
jump
"Mr. King. if you do that l am
ruined forever. l am trusted by the
steward. He would cut off all my priv.
ileges"- Hobbs could go no further
He was prematurely aghast. Some
thing told him that Mr.. King would
hop over the wall.
go and report me, Hobbs; there's g
! good fellow. Tell the guards l wouldn't
obey. That will let you out, my boy
and I'll do the rest
He strobe off across the bright greer
turf toward the source of all this en-
chantment. leaving poor Mr.. Hobbs
braced against the wall, weak kneed
and helpless.
what are you doing in here" de
handed a voice.
Truxton, conscious of guilt. whirleC
with as much CONSERVATION as if be
had been accosted by voice of thun
der. He beheld very small boy stand
ing at the top of the knoll above him
not thirty feet away. His face was
quite as dirty as any small boys
should be at that time of day, and bis
curly brown hair looked as if it ha6
not been combed since the day before
His firm little legs, in half hose an6
presumably white Knockers, were
spread apart, and his hands were IL
his pockets.
King recognized him at once an6
looked about uneasily for the attend
ants who. he knew, Should be near. L
is safe to say that he came to his fee
and bowed deeply, even in humility.
II am resting, your highness," be
said meekly.
Don't you know any better than t.
come in here?' demanded the prince
Truxton turned very red.
81 am sorry I'll go at once"
"Oh, I'm not going. to put you outv