Barbour County index., 1910-07-27

the HduuS OI lnlS I3inlIy. rente1 the |
house at an exorbitant figure and
have moved out here for the summer.
My city home is dismantled and in the
hands of decorators. I have been here
one week, during which l have had
not single night of uninterrupted
sleep. and l intend to stay until l
have recuperated- Moreover, if Mr..
Armstrong died insolvent, as believe
was the case. his widow ought to be
glad to be rid of so expensive a piece
of property"
The lawyer cleared his throat.
I am very sorry you have made
this decision" he said Miss Innes,
Mrs. FItzhugh tells me Louise Arm
strong is with you"
She is
HAS she been informed of this
double bereavement"
Not yet" l said "She has been
very i'll; perhaps tonight she can be
told
1T is very sad; very sad,' he said
Il have a telegram for her, Miss In
nes. Shall l send it out?"
Better open it and read it to me-"
l suggested. IF it is important, that
will save time"
There was a pause while Mr.. Har-
ton opened the telegram. Then he
read it slowly, iudicially.
Watch for Nina Darlington. Home
Monday. Signed F. L. W."
"Hum!" l said "'Watch for Nina
Darlington. Home Monday Very
WELL Mr. Harton, I will tell her. but
she is not in condition to watch for
any one"
We'll, Miss Innes. if you decide to
-er-relinquish the lease, let me
know" the lawyer said
Il shall not relinquish it." l replied,
and l imagined his irritation from the
way he hung up the receiver.
l wrote the telegram down word for
word, afraid to trust my memory and
| decided to ask DR.. Stewart how soon
Louise might be told the truth. The
closing of the Traders bank 1 con-
sidered unnecessary for her to know,
| but the death of her stepfather and
stepbrother must be broken to her
| soon, or she might hear it in some
unexpected and shocking manner
| Dr.. Stewart came about four o'clock.
bringing his leather satchel into the
| house with great deal of care, and
opening it at the foot of the stairs
to show me dozen big yellow eggs
nesting among the bottles.
Real eggs he said proudly. "None
| of your anemic store eggs, but the real
thing-some of them still warm. Feel
them! Egg-nog for Miss Louise!"
He was beaming with satisfaction,
and before he left, he insisted on go
ing back to the pantry and making
an egg-nog with his own hands. Some
how, all the time he was doing it, ]
had vision of DR.. Willoughby, my
nerve specialist in the city, trying to
make an egg-nog. 1 wondered if he
ever prescribed anything so plebeiap
and so delicious. And while DR.
Stewart whisked the eggs he talked.
Il said to Mrs. Stewart" he con
f1ded, little red in the face from the
exertion, after I went home the other
day, that you would think me an old
gossip, for saying what I did about
Walker and Miss Louise"
Nothing of the sort" l protested
The fact is" he went on, evidently
justifying himself, II got that piece OF
information just as we get lot OF
things, through the kitchen end of the
house. Young Walkers chauffeur
Walkers more fashionable than 1 am
and he goes around the country in a
Stanhope car-well, his chauffeur
; comes to see our servant girl, and he
told her the whole thing. 1 thought
it was probable, because Walker spent
. lot Of time up here last summer
when the family was here, and be
sides, Riggs, that's Walkers man, had
a very pat little story about the doc
| tors building a house on this proper
, ty. just at the foot of the hill. The
sugar, please"
: The egg-nog was finished. Drop by
drop the liquor had cooked the egg
, and now, with a final whisk, a last
toss in the shaker. it was ready. q
t symphony in gold and white. The
doctor shifted it.
: Real eggs, real milk, and touch
| of real Kentucky whisky" he said
} tie insisted on carrying it up him
self, but at the foot of the stairs he
t paused
Riggs said the plans were drawr
for the house" he said, barking bacl
! to the old subject. Drawn by Hus
ton in town. So l naturally believed
him.
/ When the doctor came down, wa.
!, ready with question.
Doctor" l asked, SIS there any ont
in the neighborhood named Caring
e ton? Nina Carrington?"
e "Carrington?" He wrinkled his fore
( head. Darlington? No, don't re
: member any such family. There useC
: to be Covingtons down the creek"
The name was Carrington,' said
and the subject lapsed.
e GRO BE CONTINUED.)