Daily Arizona silver belt., 1910-04-15

does MT. Devine do when he meets him and learns his identity? Seizes him forcibly, drags him into the near est building and locks him up without law or license"
 "Father, l can't believe such a story Where did you hear such preposter. ous tale?'
 "From MT. Devine himself"
 But how? Where did all this oc- cur?'
 "Only this afternoon"
 since he was here? But you have not been away. Then-then 1t was here on our grounds. Do you mean to say that Mir Devine has some one locked up in one of our buidlngs?"
 MT. Hewington could only take ref. uge behind his dignity.
 That is quite sufficient, my dear We will not discuss Mir. Devine and his peculiar doings any further. if you please. The subject is one upon which l do not care to dwell just now. l must go to my desk. Good night"
 It is hardly fair. though, to specu- late as to the innermost thoughts of the Countess Vecchi at that trying moment. We know that she was rath- CT nice young woman, very good to look at and more or less entertaining as companion. Suppose she did mar row her eyelids and bite to riper redness her gracefully curved under lip. We may even admit that she crushed the meshes of the silver girdle until there were red marks on her white palm. She was no pallid com- pendulum of all the feminine virtues. She was young person of high spir- it's and ready passions. And she could not wholly forget those stories about La Belle Savoie and the dinner to chorus girls. Throwing a lace affair over her head and shoulders, she slip ped quietly out through the big en- trance hall to the wide veranda and down one of the paths leading toward the sound. It was after o'clock and quite dark, as the old moon was now rising late, but she knew exactly where she was going.
 She saw something which made her lean forward and strain her eyes with intent interest. From one of the ture, which she judged must be the icehouse, issued cheery beam of light. Some one was standing in the half opened doorway. Only for an in. stant did this spectacle remain visible. Then the door was shut with bang, and the yellow ray disappeared. A moment later the countess thought she could distinguish a man making his way across the lawn toward the servants wing of the house.
 Now, all this seemed very singular to the Countess Vecchi. So, keeping the figure of the man in sight, she be- gan to walk parallel with him In order to see where he was going. When she saw he was making directly for the side door of the south wing she grasp ed her skirts firmly and started to run. and she overlook him.
 why, Timmins. Is 1t you|
 Obviously it was. On one hand he balanced tray; in the other he car ried formidable looking club.
 Tor, miss, what a start you gave mev' said he.
 Did l? Pm sure I didn't intend to frighten you, Timmins. But l saw you coming. and there was something wanted to ask you. What is 1t you have there, Timmins?"
 'Why, miss, I've been a-givin' the puppies their supper"
 "Yes. l know. But I thought you usually carried their food in a pail. What have they had tonight" And before Timmins could protest she had lifted the linen cover which had been thrown over the tray. A variety of dishes stood revealed.
 "Why, Timmins, surely the coach puppies do not eat French chops!'
 He was ready witted, was Timmins.
 "Lor', no, miss, not as a general thing. But this is a special occasion, you know. a very particular occasion, miss"
 Indeed! And what very particular special occasion might this be to call for French chops"
 "Why, don't you remember-four months ago tonight? Course it's bit of foolishness, but Mrs. Timmins would have it that way. Puppies 'as birthdays says she, just the same "-
 But puppies don't eat baked pota- toes, even on birthday anniversaries, do they, TimminsT'
 Baked potatoes! Do they? Why. miss, they just loves 'em, so they do."
 And peas and bread and butter and jam. Timmins"
 Its bit wonderful, miss. but them puppies has the most educated appe- tites of any coach puppies I ever sec"
 No doubt the countess should have resented each barefaced deception. She did make weak attempt at a frown, but 1t turned into a smile and then a rippling laugh, in which Tim mins joined genuinely.
 And the Countess Vecchi tripped off into the darkness toward the front door.
 She had heard and seen enough to