The daily Gate City. [volume] (Keokuk, Iowa) 1855-1916, 1911-08-03
to her room!. cried the Duke.

!
Lucas advanced slowly, looking I'M.
happy.
Look here: you go quietly. You'll
only get hurt, and get your clothes
torn" said Ronald. And I'll 30 and
fetch John Rufln. He'll make them
understand"
The thought Of getting her clothes
torn hampered Pollyooly's freedom Of
action; and, scowling at Lucas and the
Duke, she said: All right: Il you'll
fetch him, I'll go quietly And she
rose with most uhgracious air.
Ronald bottled out OF the room and
the house. Pollyooly followed Mrs.
Hutton upstairs. closely guarded be-
hind by the relieved Lucas. They con-
Quoted her to large and airy bed.
room, with pleasing view over the
Green Park; but they did not lock her
in because. with forethought admir-
able IN one so young. she contrived to
reach the door of it just before Mrs.
Hutton, and seQuestrated the key.
This compelled that stout Argus to sit
on q chair against the door: and Pol
lyooly, admiring the view, paid little
heed to her repinings.
Meanwhile the Duke sat In his smok-
ing-room, recovering from the pertur-
| baton occasioned by the conduct OF
| Pollyooly, and haunted by q certain
dread aroused by the steadfast atti-
tude of the two children. that he had
| Imprisoned q perfect, but red-haired,
stranger.
| Then Ronald arrived with the Hon
i vn,EN hryk h "a l,,N lr-
| lest chance he had actually found In
| his chambers.
The grave and gloomy air with
| which the Honorable John Rufiin en-
tered the smoking-room was, to an
observant person, utterly belied by the
| sparkle in his eye which showed him
simmering with quiet Joy.
I .To say nothing of the assault, an
action for malicious imprisonment will
certainly lie,' he said, in gloomy
tone, without any phrase Of greeting
TO the Duke.
Look here: you're not in this cock.
d-bull story. too, Rufln?" said the
| Duke anxiously, rising hastily as he
spoke.
Il shouldn't dream of being in any
cock-and-bull story, Osterley," said the
Honorable John Rufiin. with most
dignified air. I'm talking about my
unfortunate housekeeper, whom you
have abused, assaulted. and malicious
ly imprisoned Really. Osterleys II
your peerage were five centuries older
could have understood 1t. / should
simply say that the old robber baron
strain had suddenly broken out In
you. But you Trissells were ordinary
! London Burgesses till the middle Of
the seventeenth century. You have nc
excuse for behaving like this. It's up
pishness-mere uppishness.
"Oh, stop your confounded r0tting!'
said the Duke irritably. "Do you mean
to tell me that that red-haired child is
not Marson7 Why, Mrs. Hutton, Ma
| rion's maid, recognized her at once;
and, what's more, Ronald's dog Wigs
recognized her, too. I'll swear he
did,
"Old woman and dogs! Do you
mind my feeling your ducal skull, Os
terley? You must be suffering from
softenfng Of the brain. The child is
| my housekeeper, Mary Bride. She has
been about the Temple for the last two
/ yCdlc, dAu cSOlCb VI pcOpic GdA oWCdi
that she was at Muttle-D eeping fol-
ten years before that" said the Hon
;orable John Rufin. In an incisive tone
III could only be sure that Caro-
line had not put you all up to this
| game said the Duke dismally.
Look here: do you think I'D have
Marion as my housekeeper4" said the
Honorable John Ruffin. with some heat
DO you think that Marion could grill
bacon so that a self-respecting human
being could eat it,"
"she might have been taught" sale
the Duke.
Taught! Taught cried the Hon
orable John Ruffin "Oh. this is a faith
| er's fond partially. did not expec
10 find 1t in man Of the world Xix,
you. Osterley. You must know tina
the power of grilling bacon is heav
en-sent gift. 1t can't be learnt"
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