The citizen. (Frederick City, Md.) 1895-1923, 1910-07-22

wearing q somewhat IrO uDleu express
sion.
He passed through the booking
Office and found an open trap of the
tyne usually to be hired at village
inns. awaiting his orders. He had
wired for it because his visit was I'M
expected by those who might have
seen that he had a more comfortable
reception. 1t was mild February
day, with a suggestion of spring in
the gentle air, soft clouds chasing
one another across the dappled sky.
The roads were soft and muddy, and
Mr.. Pile looked critically at the some
what sorry old crock between the
shafts of the village fly and ruefully
shook his head.
How much for the lot, Simon?
and how long before we get hauled
up to March Manor?"
Matter O. 'arf an hour, sir" re-
piled Simon, without blinking an eye.
fThere's more go in that there old
: crock than you think"
Mr.. Pile swung himself up beside
kuC 0llNGiy QlCW luC rug
gingerly over his well-cut trousers,
and the old crock, laying his ears
we'll back, set off in weird amble
that was half gallop and half trot.
They be gittin' on, sir, up to the
Manor" said the driver, inclined for
a little friendly talk. Every day
the walls gifts a little bit 'igher, so
to speak. It'll look tip-top when it's
done"
is it approved in these parts,
them" inquired Mr.. Pile with some
interest.
'Oh, yes, sir; they says there won't
be anything to touch the new 'ouse
In this part O. the country"
That's good, Simon, and as 1t
should be-" remarked Mr.. Pile, and
relapsed into silence as they began to
ascend the road to the downs, which
dipped again to the sheltered valley
in which the new Manor house of
March was being erected for an alb
sentee.
They reached it under thirty min
dtCo5 anu luis DClOlC thCy IuA hCo III
at the avenue gates the red pile of
the masonry was visible between the
spaces of the leafless trees.
"You can let me down here, Simon,
and go round by the back way to the
stables" said Mr.. Pile when they
were well within the gates; "and
require you to wait there for me.
want to get back to Littleton in time
for the three-ten.
Right, sir"
The trap stopped. Mr.. Pile
alighted, and at once cut across the
park in slanting direction towards
the house. Once only he stopped to
draw a letter from his pocket and
read it through. 1t was almost I'M
necessary, because he had already
made himself master of the contents,
which had angered him greatly.
COMPOUNDED cheek on Wakelyn's
part = confounded!" he repeated,
drawing out the word with emphasis;
but he's a blinking good servant,
and we can't afford to dismiss him at
~A'S POihl. IL NOuAu ClCeiLC ouoPlOAOAy
which is what we must avoid"
When he reached the new building,
which was being erected on the site
OF the old one, consumed a few
months before by one of the most dis
astrous fires of the century, all the
signs of big undertaking being car
ried merrily through to it's legitimate
finish, met his eye. Cranes were at
work to assist the bricklayers, great
piles of dry mortar and stacks of
bricks covered the short sward, SEEM
ing to destroy for moment the fine
old turf in the immediate vicinity
the air was filled with the din of la
Dor bcing heartily pursued.
A man high up on the gable wall
caught sight of Mr.. Pile approaching,
and Immediately began to descend to
the ground. He was big, slow man,
with a somewhat inscrutable face,
careless of his dress, but never SLOW
emily; a man whose expression and
whole bearing suggested both power
and determination. A brief greet
ing, rather curt on Piles part, passed
between the two men, and Wakelyn
waited for his superior to speak fur
Their.
Il came on account of the some
what unusual letter l received from
you yesterday, Wakelyn. started to
answer it this morning, but found 1t
difficult; where can we talk?"
In the little Office; it is empty at
the present moment" answered
Wakelyn imperturbably, and they
turned together to the small wooden
shanty that had been erected for the
transaction of business. which re-
Quired attention on the spot. 1t was
quite comfortable within and warmed
by small stove which sent ont a
bright glow. Pile closed the door,
and his face hardened as he looked
straight at Wakelyn.
You exceeded your privilege, !
think, this time, Wakelyn. I've stood,
We've all stood, good deal from you
but this is the limit. What have you
to say for yourself?"
Nothing moro than / put In my
letter, sir. | can't stop here and sec
ne work through or. the present