Washington standard. [volume] (Olympia, Wash. Territory) 1860-1921, 1910-04-29

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should l knew? All. that's it. is 1t?
Guess l can remember. But how do
you get there? Sure. Thirty fourth
street ferry. Thanks. So long"
And ten minutes later Mr.. Devine
had started on his voyage Of discovery
into the fashionable wilds Of Long Is
land, bent Oh inspecting the first piece
Of real estate which he had ever
owned. the first tangible fruits of his
newly acquired millions.
Owing to the foresight Of Bulkins.
who had sent warning telegram In
advance. Mr.. Devine was met ut the
station by one Timmins. who singled
him out with unerring promptness, in
Producing himself as caretaker and
general superintendent Of Hewington
Acres, and waved him obseQuiously to-
ward a yellow wheeled park trap
drawn by pair Of glossy cobs.
Whose team?" Mr. Devine was ask
Ing.
yours, SIR"
"All right. Let 'er Co."
No one will ever know Just how
much. Cherub Devine enjoyed that
ride or the sensation he experienced
when they turned In through the big
stone gateposts and Timmins remark.
ed cheerfully. Here we are. sir" At
the last curve Of the driveway the
trees seemed suddenly to open. and
there sprang into view the low rooted.
many Widowed. much awninged "cot-
tage," with It's portc-cociere. servants
annex. glass rs.Ofed conSeryatOries and
deep veraidas.
"Show you through the house FIRST.
sir:" suggested Tinmins.
might as wei.
Mr.. DeviIe WAS lighting black e.
gar. This accomplished lie followed
Timmins iuto the darkeEed vista of
hall and through the large rooms. AS
Bulkins had assured him. the place
was fully furnished. There were
chairs. tables. rugs. books. pictures.
even freshly cut flowers in the vases.
upstairs now. sir?"
ooh. guess the upstairs II keep.
Let's have look at the STALE"
Inside of half an hour the Cherub
was smoking lonesomely Oh the front
veranda. trying to summon a sense Of
ownership which 1t seemed to him i'm
possible that he could ever achieve.
Usually man much given to ST.
lence, even among his intimates, Mr.
Devine now felt that he wanted to
talk. The stiffness was oppressive. So
this was what it was like to own q
country place. was 1t?
"Fine thing, the country" sOlilO-
quized Mr.. Deyine. II could spend
just about week here-and then die
Of it."
He walked into the library. As he
did so he heard a muf11ed exclamation
and caught glimpse Of a skirt whisk-
ing through a door. An easy chair
pulled up before an open bookcase
caught his eye.
"Hello! l wonder who that WASP"
He found push button on the jamh.
He put his thumb on it and waited.
Did you ring. .sirT' asked q Sc
pulchral voice behind him.
Mr.. Devine jumped and turned to
see a solemn faced butler.
"Who else would ring II / didn't?"
demanded the Cherub.
mo one, sir"
Sure about that, are your"
Quite sure, SIR"
well, I'm not. Some one Just skip
ped cut Of this room as I came in.
Who was itY'
Likely one Of the maids, SIR"
do the maids have the run Of the
bookcase, eh? She was sitting here"
Might have been the 'ousekeeper.
sir-Mrs. Timmins, SIR"
"She's a reader. is she? Well, tell
her not to be SO skittish next time.
1t gives me the idgets."
The man had retreated as silently
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