Evening bulletin. [volume] (Honolulu [Oahu, Hawaii]) 1895-1912, 1911-07-01

hand which he was sn1r forgetting e
rclinquish. "Of course | saw tina
you were In trouble of some kind an,
that your safety depended In SOM
sense upon my answer What can
do for yuuT"
Il was on my way to the capita
when these men held me up" he STAN
mrrcTI. They they mistuok me fO
some one else. | think. and for reason,
best known 10 themselves they brought
III" here. If you could direct me {,
some place where ! can get n nights
lodging
There h nothing like Il tavern with
IN twenty miles of here she broke in
nor is tier" any hcnIsc within that
radius which would refuse you n
nights shelter. Mr.
r!uuut made quick dive fos his
/ rnrdcHsc found Il and FASTENED to in.
trOducC himself by name. She took the
! Bit of Fa'irhn"rd, and since she scarce.
ly glanced at the engraved line on 1t
he found himself wholly unable 10 Ia.
irrpret the smile she gave him In re-.
turn
"rhc card Is hardly necessary" she
said. and then. tu his complete Devil
dcrm"m. you are very like your fn-
thcr. Mr. Blount."
You know my father" he exclaimed
She laughed softly Every ono
Lnows the senator. And | can assure
~ fhpt Ii.s L..
der this roof. Uncle Barnahns" to the
ancient serving man, who was still
lowering In the background "have Mr.
Blount'a horse put up and the blue
room made ready"
HlOunt followed the hostess, who was
stilI unnamed 10 him. obrdicntly when
She led the way To the lighted library
IN the wing Of the great house.
Uncle Barnnbas will come for you
presently" she explained. in the
meantime let me make you n cup of
tea. am sure you must he needing
II If you have ridden far. Take the
easy chair. and we can talk while the
kettle Is boiling. Are you new to the
west. Mr. Blount? Or is this only n
return to your own? The senator Is
always talking about you. but he Is
so proud Of you that he forgcts to tell
us the really interesting things that
We want to know"
The serving man took his own time
about coming back for the guest, so
long time that Blount forgot that It
was past midnight that he was a
guect in n strange house and that he
did not yet know the name of his en-
tcrtainer.
For all this forcetfulness the little
lady with the dark brown eyes was
directly responsible. Almost before he
knew 1t Blount found himself. chatting
companlonably with her and finding
her charmimgly responsive in what
ever field the talk happened to fall.
The white haired old butler came at
last to show him the way to his luxu-
rious lodgings on the second floor of
the mansion.
With touch Of hospitality which
carried Blount back to his one winter
In the south, the hostesJ went with
him rs far us the stair foot. and her
Good nig,t" uos s,ui r,n,,,r,r ,,ust
cuIIy in his oors whom thn. oI5 nero
lighted the ocotvlnno in tho guest
room mt another stick az wood IN
the small fire thot wos cracking and
suapping checrrulIy ON the hearth and
hubbed and bowed his way to the
door.
Rlount saw his last chance for bot.
ter information vanishing for the
night and once more broke with the
traditions.
Uncle Bnrnabas, suppose you tell
me where l am before you CO." he
suggested. Whose house is thisT'
The old man stopped on the thresh-
old, chucElinG glecfully. "A-aint You
know dat, sab? A-ain't Mis- Honoria
cone tell You uat! lous at Watrace
IAN, MallSteh MaJahs country house
es' san oats whah you is-kee' hee!
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