Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1910-08-07

hood after a critical glance at the wires,
though he hardly thought that this sturdy
mechanic would play any tricks on him.
WHICH of you men is called Fitzroy7"
demanded serving maid, carrying
a tray:
a." said nehemiah.
Here, Miss" broke in the other, "my
names Smith, plain Smith; but | can do
with cup O tea as well as anybody
Ask Miss Vanrenen to give you another
cup for Count Marigny's chauffeur" said
nehemiah to the girl
ooh, he's a Count, is hep" said the wait
ress saucily. "My! isn't he mashed on the
young one?"
WHO wouldn't be-" declared Smith
shes the sort of a girl a fellow nd leave
home for"
Fine feathers go long way There's as
good as her in the world, came the retort,
not without a favorable glance at Meden-
ham.
Meanwhile the tea is getting cold, said
he.
Dear me, you needn't hurry. Her ma
is goin' to write half dozen picture post
cards. But what a voice! The old girl
browns the waterfall"
The waitress founced off. She was pretty,
turned aside the arrows of her bright eyes so
heedlessly.
Then you have seen Miss Vanrenen?"
inquired Medenham, slipping his tea.
" Rather!' said Smith. Saw her in
Paris, at the Ritz, when my people sent me
over there to learn the mechanism OF this
car. The Count was always hanging about,
and l thought he wanted the old man to buy
a Du Vallon; but it's all Lombard Street to
a china orange that he was after the daugh-
ter the whole time. l don't blame him.
She's regular daisy. But you ought to
know best. How do you get on with herr"
"Capitally."
"Why did you and Dale swap jobs?"
"Oh, mere matter of arrangement
said nehemiah, who realized that Smith
would blurt out every item of information
that he possessed if allowed to talk.
He's corker, is Dale, unused the other.
Il can do with pint or two meself when
the days work is finished an the car safely
locked up for the night; but that Dale,
he's wakin' beer barrel! Lord love duck!
what soakin' he gev' me in Brighton
Some ladi-da toff staggered into the garage
that evenin' and handed Dale fver-fve
golden quidlets, if you please which my
nibs had won on horse at Epson. | must
say though, Dale did the thing handsome
quart bottles o Bass opened every ten min
utes. Thank you, my DEAR" this to the
waitress. Next to beer give me tea. Now,
my boss, bein' a Frenchy, won't touch
either; wine an corfee are his specials"
He seemed to be enjoying his tea when
caught sight of him in the garden a
little while ago." said Medenham.
That's his artfulness, my boy. You
wait bit. You'll see something before you
reach Bristol tonight. Anyway, you'll hear
something, which amounts to pretty much
the same in the end"
"Theyre just off to the caves" put in the
girl
while Mrs. Devar writes her postcards,
SUPPOSED" said Medenham innocently.
what! Is that the old party with the
hair? l thought she was the young ladys
mother. She's gone with them. She looks
that sort of meddler-not half. Two's COM
pany an threes none, is my motto, cave or
no Cave!'
She tried her most bewitching smile on
Medenham this time. 1t was a novel ex-
perience to be the recipient of serving
maids marked favor, and it embarrassed
him. Smith, his mouth full of currant bun,
sputtered with laughter.
"a fair Offer" he cried. "You two dodge
outside and see which cave the aristocracy
chooses Then Won can take a turn round