Ceredo advance. [volume] (Ceredo, W. Va.) 1885-1939, 1910-07-27
CHAPTER xII.-Continued.


Ardsley and I'm looking for a lady"
That's a very unlikely story. Col
Inns, help the gentleman down." and
the reporter obeyed instructions with
so much zeal that the noble gentle
man fell prone, and was assisted to
his feet with fine mockery of help
fulness
Il tell you I'm looking for a lady
whose horse ran away with her! I'm
the duke of Ballywinkle and brother
tn-law to Mr.. Ardmore. I'll have you
sent to Jail If you stop me here"
Come along, duke. and We'll see
what you look like" said Cooke. lead
Ing the way to the bungalow veranda.
Within Ardmore was lighting lamps.
There was long room finished in
black oak. with fireplace at one
end. and table in the center. The
floors were covered with handsome
rugs and the walls were hung with
photographs and etchings. Ardmore
sat on the back of leather settee in
pose assumed at the moment of the
dukes entrance. 1t was pose of en-
tire noachalance. and Ardmores cap.
perched on the back of his head and
his brown hair rumpled boyishly,
added to the general effect of comfort
and ease
The duke blinked for a moment I'm
the lamppght, then he reared out Joy
ously:
"Ardy, Cid mani" and advanced to-
ward his brother-in-law with ont.
stretched hand
Keep HIM of; he's undoubtedly
quite mad" said Ardmore, staring
coldly, and bending his riding-crop
across his knees. Collins, please
ride on after the lady and bring her
back this way"
Cooke had seated the prisoner rath
er rudely in a chair, and the noble
duke. havias lost the power of hpeech
In amaZeniRnt and fright, rubbed his
eyes and then fastened them in
eredulously on Ardmore; bur there
vas no Queftion about II. he had been
seized with violence; he had been
repudiated by his own brother-in.law
THE useless, stupid Tommy Ardmore.
who, at best. had only n chitd's mind
for pirate Stories and who was indubi-
tably the most negligible of negligible
figures in the drama of lie as the
duke knew IT,
Cooke" began Ardmor.. address,
Ing his Lieutenant gravet1 from his
perch on the settee, "shat is the
fherge against this person."
Hsfe Rays res a duke." grinned
Cooke. tAk1ns his cue from .Ardmore's
manner. And ne sayB he's visiting
At ArdsleyN
That" slid Ardmors with decision
SIS creditable only TO the gentlenan's
romantic imaginatiof His face IA
anything brt drkely and there's a rcd
streak across u witch points clearly
TO the recent sharp blow OF a weapon.
and no one wOnld ever strike a duxe
It's utterly incteGlble." and Ardr~orc
lifted his brOwS snd leaned back wiz
his arms az length and his hand,
clasping the riding as he con.
templated vita supreme satisfaction,
the tell-tale led line across the dukes
cheek
For Gods sake, Ardy-" howled
the duke.
Ardmore drew from his pocket
Johnston's American Politics" with
an air Of g eatest seriousness.
Cooke Re said. half to himself as
ne turned tire pages. do you remero.
Der Just what the constitution saws
about dukes? Oh, yes; here we are,
NOW. Mr.. Duke Of Balywinkle. listen
70 what u says here in Section 9 Of
the Constitution Of the United States
which reads exactly as follows ir this
book: No title of nobility shall he
granted by the United States. And no
person holding any Office Of profit or
trust under them, shall, without the
consent Of the congress. accept Of any
present emolument. office. OF title. OF
any kind whatever. from any king
prince. or foreign state. Aad Il saws
In Section 10 that No state shall grant
any title OF nobility Now, Mr.. Bauy.
Einkle. It Is perfectly clear that this