Washington standard. [volume] (Olympia, Wash. Territory) 1860-1921, 1910-06-03

ll1OIllcli- " { hiipN tllstt SIX was
er nice young woman. very good to
look at and more or less entertaining
as Il companion. Suppose she did mar
row her eyelids ard bite 10 ripper
redncss 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-
its and ready passions. And she could
not wholly forget those stories about
La Belle SayOie and the dinner to
chorus girls. Throwing lace affair
over her head and shoulders, she slip
ped quietly out through the big en-
trance hall to the wide veranda and
the sound. 1t was after 9 o'clock and
quite dark. as the old moon was now
rising late. but she knew exactly where
she was going
She saw something " Inch made her
lean forward and strain her eyes with
intent interest. From one Of the
smallest buildings. Il low stone struc-
ture. which She judged must be the
icehouse. issued CHEEKY beam of
light. Some one MaS standing In the
half opened doorway Only for an in
slant did this spectacle remain visible
Then the door WAS shut with u bang
and the yellow ray disappeared. A
moment later the countess thought
she could distinguish 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 1t was. On one hand he
balanced tray: In the other he car
ried formidable looking club.
"LOr'. miss. what q start you gave
me!' said he
Did l? I'm sure l didn't intend to
Brighten you. Timmins. But saw
you coming. and there was something
I wanted to ask you. What Is 1t you
have there. Timmins?'
"Why. miss. I've been a-givin' the
puppies their supper"
Eyes. I know. But I thought you
usually carried their food in a pail
What have they had tonightT 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 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 a bit
Of foolishness. but Mrs. Timmins
would have 1t 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?"
"It's bit wonderful, miss, but them
puppies has the most educated appe-
tites Of any coach puppies ever see."
No doubt the countess should have
resented each barefaced deception.
She did make a weak attempt Mt q
frown. but Il turned into q smile and
then ripping laugh. in which Tim.
Minis Joined genuinely.
And the Countess vecchi tripped of
into the darkness toward the front
door.
She had heard and seen enough to
convince her that ut least part Of what
she had gathered from her fathers In
timations was correct. Some one was
being kept as a prisoner about the
place. That some one was shut up In
the icehouse. 1t was useless to ask
questions. Her father would refuse
to answer. and the replies of Timmina
were too inventive to DO convincing.
So early the next morning. before
any one else on Hewington Acres had
even reused and turned over for q
sunrise nap. the Countess vecchl
stole quietly downstairs. let herself
out Of the front windows and walked
determinedly In the direction Of the
icehouse.
Meanwhile Cherub Devine had hur
ried back to town and sought out that
distinguished champion Of the rights
and privileges Of such corporations as
can afford to pay liberal fees. Mr.
Robert Jaynes Driscoll.
Your average client would not have
attempted to ind Mr.. Driscoll at that
hour In the evening or. having found
him. would hardly have expected him
to give legal advice out Of business
hours. But Cherub Devine never
stopped to inquire whether or not be
was violating professional ethics OF
intruding on personal privacy. He
knew that Bob Driscoll would most
likely be found either at his club OF
at home. Five minutes in q telephone
booth settled the question. Mr.. Dris-
coll was at home. He would be glad
to see Cherub.
Mr.. Devine hailed q taxicab and
within half an hour was being shown
into back room whose walls were
lined from door to ceiling with thick
books bound in calfskin.
Mr.. Driscoll smiled and waved Mr..
Devine toward q chair.
do much Of this night work r
asked the Cherub. Have to, I sup
pose. to keep things running"
Again Mr.. priscoIl smiled. He was
all the better for It too. Oh. she's
the genuine article. Bob: And I've got
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