St. Tammany farmer. [volume] (Covington, La.) 1874-current, 1910-04-09
In LoUe or War
By Richard Barker Shelton


ciated Literary Press)
turned high about his ears and pair
of disiguring goggles hiding his eyes,
sat Chris, the Grahams' chauffeur.
Remick's teeth came together with
a click. Three eager strides took
him across the sidewalk to the side Of
the waiting car.
Chris, what are you doing here?"
he demanded.
Chris raised a gloved hand to the
rim of his cap.
"Waitin' for Miss Felicia, sir" he
explained.
Who is with herr"
mo, one, sir. She came down this
afternoon quite alone
A great, glad light came into Rem
ick's eyes. AS he did so his hand
went into his pocket and something
crisp and green found it's way into
the chauffeur's palm.
Chris, you're mighty good fell
low; and l think you're discreet one
as WE'LL" said he. Nov, have you
enough sporting blood in your veins
to take a chance and do just as ]
say?"
Chris looked a bit dubious. Then
he glanced at the contents of his right
hand, and his doubts seemed to be of
the order that are amenable to rea-
son.
Il want that coat and those Cog
gles," said Remick, "and I want to
change places with you for an hour
or so.'
Chris hesitated 1T will cost HE
my job, sir he said.
"I'll get you another just as good"
Remick declared.
Still Chris hesitated. Remick drew
himself up.
will you do 1t in the peaceable
| fashion l suggest" he asked, 'or do
| you want me to take that coat and
| those goggles by force? I'm desper-
ate, Chris, and at the present moment
I'm perfectly capable of following
such a course
Chris grinned. THAT bein' the case,
sir, and in event of anything happenin'
|
Ill take a chance. Hurry, now," he
went on, sliding out Of the car. Miss
Felicia may come out any minute"
Into the friendly concealment of q
nearby doorway the two consipators
stepped In a moment Remick, his
identity effectually concealed by the
high collar of the yellow coat and the
goggles, climbed into the car, and
| perched at the wheel in an attitude very
like the one Chris was prone to affect.
Chris, meantime, swinging Remick' 8
stick, wearing Remick's hat, and smo'
king, with much satisfaction, one Of
Remick's cigars, strobe jauntily away
down the street and was lost in the
hurrying crowds on the sidewalk.
Three minutes later Felicia came
out of the little shop. The proprietor
himself opened the door for her, es-
corted her to the car and helped her
in.
"And you'll find me a mate to that
candlestick, Mr.. BarloW?" Felicia was
asking.
I'll do my best, Miss Graham" the
rotund little shopkeeper assured her.
Then, Home, Chris" she ordered
while Remicks heart all but jumped
out of his mouth.
Away went the car, swung a corner
to the smooth, cleaning asphalt OF
the avenue and went tearing along at
a great pace. The streets went past
in rapid succession; lever was
pressed down and the car answered
with a wild burst of speed.
Felicia gasped. Chris, what has
Mr.. Graham told you often about
speeding this carr" she said severely
"Slow down at once. You are way
beyond the speed limit
There was no sign that the chauf
feur had heard her. The car, roaring
and putting, shot ahead. Felicia raised
her voice to make herself heard above
the noise of the throbbing engine.
Chris was note of alarm
in her voice-"what does this mean:
Where on earth are you going? You've
passed the house. Stop! Do you
hear me? Stop at once!"
The car slowed down and stopped
On the back seat frightened girl
saw the chauffeur shed his goggles and
wnisk down the upturned collar of his
coat And facing her, Remick was
smiling blandly.
Now them" he said in tones he
strove to make matter of fact, Il shall
proceed at once to dictate that an
swer to my question. You promised
Felicia! You know you did," he said
y Felicia gasped again. But she was
not the person to accept defeat I'm
gracefully. Her head was lifted proud
ly. Her nose went the fraction of ar
inch higher.
WELL" said she. proceed with the
dictation."
Then her eyes fell. A beautiful
color tinged her cheeks.
"Perhaps-perhaps- not half a!
angry about it all as you imagine,
. she observed softly.