Idaho County free press. [volume] (Grangeville, Idaho Territory) 1886-current, 1910-06-09


ribs. rudely rousing 1t from its peace
full promenade The calf jumped
ahead So did Timmins. Yanking and
whacking, running and leaping. the
pair of them careered impetuously
across the velvety lawn, crashing
through shrubbery. lodging between
trees and making straight course for
the right hand driveway.
We have all we can manage to pic
ture the CONSERVATION Of the escaping
prisoner when he saw himself headed
off by this homogeneous tandem. No
doubt he instantly recognized Timmins
as his jailer, for after moments as
tonished hesitation he doubled on his
tracks
In spite of his lack of knowledge of
the geography of the grounds the flee
ing prisoner was not to be caught cas-
lily. He dashed down one Of the gar
den paths. SO the placid meditations
of Mr. Hewington, who was In the
garden, were interrupted by the noise
Of rapidly approaching footsteps. The
next moment he had glimpse Of an
individual In frock coat who was
sprinting toward him at top speed.
Involuntarily Mr. Hewington raised
his arms and stepped directly into the
middle Of the path. That was quite
sufficient. The runner dug his heels
into the gravel checked his fight long
enough for one dazed look and prompt
ly dashed into clump of golden glow,
reappearing to the view Of Timmins a
second later headed toward the house.
Evidently the man was bewildered or
else he would not have failed to OBJ
serve the by no means inconspicuous
figure of Mrs. Timmins looming large
in the kitchen door.
"Stop I'm. Maggie! Stop imw
shouted Timmins. abandoning all Sc
crecy now.
Mrs. Timmins was not one to wait
for explanations at such time. Tim
Minis wanted somebody stopped. and
stopped he should be. With surpris-
ing agility she got her huge bulk in
motion and moved imposingly and at
right angles upon the refugee AS
calf and followed by Mr.. Hewington,
closed In on the other side. But the
bessie was tired of the game or else he
was winded. He no longer bounded
merrily upon his wabbly legs, now
ahead. now just behind Timmins. He
stuck his forefeet straight out and
sawed balkily at the lead rope.
laft Of fn,, nrIe a.,
the line of offense and through 1t the
hunted man bolted bravely. the tails
of his frock coat futtering a haunting
salute as he spurted toward freedom.
The sedate Eppings was just In time
to view the escape with open mouth
and staring eyes.
"Tyke after i'm. you blooming
chump"' screamed the Disguised Tim
Minis. IVY don't you tyke after
imp
Thus exhorted. the butler did break
into a stiff trot. which was so patiently
ineffective that Timmins might have
laughed had the occasion been less
serious. As 1t was, he only gasped out
All exclamation of disapproval. threw
the calf's lead rope to Mr.. Hewington,
with the suggestion. Here. you old
i'm, governor" and darted after his
prisoner.
Do you wonder. then. at the amaze
ment of the Countess Vecchi when
into the calm of the sunset hour burst
this animated procession-irst. Il man
swinging silk hat In his right hand
and painting as he ran; next. Tim
Minis, his elbows close to his sides
and his jaw thrust out In approved
Marathon style. third. Mrs. Timmins,
very red of face and her ample chest
billowing up and down like a stormy
sea, but getting over the ground quite
rapidly; fourth, Eppings, his solemn
eyes almost popping out of his head,
and at the rear her, father. vainly try
ing to urge the reluctant calf into a
livelier gait?
The race between Timmins and his
elusive prisoner was progressing very
prettily. They We're keeping to the
driveway now, and the smooth macad-
am offered fine footing. At once there
came to the ears of all concerned the
snarp, lmper1ous honk-honk of an au-
tomobile horn.
The next instant a big red car whirl-
ed In through the gates and at sight
Of the advancing procession in the
roadway was brought to a sudden
stop. From the back seat of the tom
neau stepped forth Cherub Deyine. It
was the most dramatic and opportune
entrance he had ever made in all his
career
The painting fugitive halted, stared
apprehensively at the Cherub, then
cast hurried look over his shoulder
at Timmins. Quickly he made his
choice. Turning like fash, be dodg-
ed Timmins neatly. Another moment
and he had circled around Mrs. Tim.
minis.
Perhaps he would have been dou.