The Salt Lake tribune. [volume] (Salt Lake City, Utah) 1890-current, 1910-04-03

"Well?' he said, after moment
"What do YOU Sect
1.-The countcss's boot. not yet
cleaned. "
And what s that?'
Mud, "
fClay. And where Is The only place
on The property where clay is fouud?N -
Claude thought moment, then half
asked. half asserted, 'The Abbot s
Walk. -
Exactly. Where docs the Abbot s
Walk lead?'
$40 the Louis NH pavilion
Exactly he repeated, still more
cmphaticallv. - And that s where your
lady spent Yesterday afternoon, having
given out she was sick 10 her room
And that s where the Italian prince
met her. Now, do vou sec why we
must go!''
Nv uncle 1t can't be true ~
"You don t believe il. ch' Then
listen We III see what vou say after
YOU We heard my story. Night before
last old Denis began. drawing out Il
stool from beneath the shelf and sit
ting down close 10 his niece so as to
be able to speak low, "night before
last they sent for mo TO the drawing
room. 10 fix the blower that had got
out of place. NV old mistress would
have had a name for the crowd of
dresscd.up manikins this countess had
got about her, She didn Z mince mat
ters. She was like me. The worst one
OF the lot that pcrfumed Italian
prince, with his rings and gimcracks,
was hanging over the back of my lady s
chair. which was close TO the fire, She
was the only woman in the room with
her neck coyercd-but that was because
she had cold aud had wrapped n
little white shawl over her shoulders.
They were all lahhcring about the meet
next morning, and some one asked the
countess if she would 60. Not unless
my cold is better. saws she. and as
looked up that moment ! saw her checks
turn as red as the cmbers. All, ha!
thinks j, guilty people get red; white
is the color OF innocence. At her
words the prince gets closer still. and
says. so low that no one else can hear
but me: DO You suffer much' "A
good deal says my ladv, and her voice
shook so that | looked up from my
knees again, and here. as plain as day,
were two dimples in her checks, and her
eyes twinkling as if the flames had
got caught in them. She had her back
To the prince. but the Joke was for
him, as Won II see. 'The least suffering
of yours costs me agony, SAYS that
Italian. Then he turned quick and
asked the count if he would Join the
party for the meet. and nc answered.
very formal and set. unlike hls usual
way, that he had special business in
the country town and it was not prob
able he d be back before dinner. for he
should ride, and the roads were bad
IN that direction. Well. all this had
made me suspicious, so, Yesterday. When
they were starting for the hunt. / hung
around. Everyone was there but my
master, the countess and the prince.
The princess S maid, that ridiculous
fIorteuse, was there TO tuck her old
mistress up. so, when they had all nd
den and driven off, ] said TO her that
her master did not seem much Of a
sportsman. Oh, YES, says she, Che IS
shooting today; he was of at day
break. So then I watch. And ] find
out three things, which / piece to-
gcther: First. the countess was not in
the chateau, in spite of the cold that
was to keep her in bed. Second. fire
in the pavilion, for ] saw the smoke
from the chimney. Third. the prince
out long after ii was too dark to shoot
and coming home with an empty bag.
And here S my last proof. Scc!'
With a triumphant gesture he held
up n pair Of hcavynailed shooting
boots: the Solns were crustcd with the