Courier Democrat. (Langdon, N.D.) 1891-1920, 1911-04-20
Hill Farm. as Mrs. Loveland's place

was called. lay in a charming country
not far from Louisville, and at moor
of the day after her surprise visit to
the theater Miss Dearmer's newly ap-
pointed chauffeur was waiting for his
employer at the Ashville station.
In his hand wa the battered bag
which had called forth the contempt
OF Jack Jacobus, and in his heart were
shame, rebellion, jealousy and joy, min
gled with several other emotions, none
of which he could have defned-least
of all the JOY.
He reminded himself that there could
now be no possible satisfaction in his
nearness to Lesley. She did not like
him enough to believe in him.
He had to wait for some time on
the platform before Miss Dearmer ap-
peared. and then she came toward him
alone.
"Auntie is saying goodby to our Ash
vile friends" she explained. 81
they're not going to stop with us till
the train goes. I thought for several
reasons 1t would be better not, and
they quite understand. Before you
meet my aunt l want q little talk with
you. l haven't told her or the others
that you-that there's any connection
between you and the newspaper story
about the marquis and his adventures.
l said I'd met you before and was sor-
~ to find now that you'd had misfor-
tunes, losing your money and other
things. that had put you into an IN
comfortable position. Auntie was in
her stateroom on board ship till the
last morning, and then I didn't point
you out. to her. If she saw you at all
d didn't notice you particularly, and,
besides, she's very n~earsighted. She
knows only that you're Mr.. Gordon
and that to help you a little I've asked
you to act as chauffeur for a short
time till you can get something bet
ter"
"And till Mr.. Cremer can get some
one BETTER" Loveland capped her
words.
"You have to be tried first" smiled
the girl. And mean you to be a
success-a great success. Now Pm 60
ing to auntie. | think we'd better
travel in different cars. for she hasn't
quite got used yet to the idea of a
gentleman chauffeur"
With that the girl pressed a railway
ticket into his hand. and he was left,
not knowing whether he were more
inclined to laughter or to cursing.
The Hill Farm might almost have
been an English farm. with it's ram
bling red brick house, apparently of
the Georgian period, its square paned
windows and its pillared porch draped
with a tangle of grapevine and Vir-
GINA creeper.
Val arrived only Il few minutes later
than Lesley and Mrs. Loveland, and
the girl was waiting for him in the
open doorway when his hack drove up.
'"This is a big old house," said Les
ley, coming out into the porch-"at
least it's old for America. It's stood
for about $50 years, and there's lots
Of DON in it. You will live in the west
wing. In a few minutes Uncle Wally
will show you where to go. Here.
Uncle Wally, take Mr.. Gordon's bag"
There was no contempt either for the
bag or its owner on the mild old face
Of the gray headed negro, who was as
perfect and we'll trained q servant in
his way as any butler In an English
country house. Evidently he, too, had
been told that this was a gentleman
chauffeur" to be treated like a gentle
man. And Loveland was grateful to
his hostess, feeling a sudden impulse
toward happiness until, with a shock.
he remembered Sidney Cremer.
when will Mr.. Cremer arrive" he
asked Lesley as they walked together
acros a sloping lawn toward the sta.
bles.
"Oh, Sidney's very much at home
here" she answered lightly. "You
may see him at any time. Meanwhile
you won't mind driving the car for
me, wiz you?"
II think you know whether I'll MIND
that or not" said Loveland almost
more to himself than to the girl. "I1
only there We're no Sidney Cremer"-
1 navy an iuVd yOu Wou L ulSllAt
Sidney when you meet him." Lesley
said kindly.
IA mans chauffeur has no right tt
an opinion about him-at least that's
what I used to think myself. Cremel
must be very rich" grumbled Love
land. apparently apropos of nothing.
Sidney makes a good deal of money
out Of novels and plays-at least il
, seems a good deal to me, but maybe il
wouldn't to you. Perhaps Sidney's
earnings amount to about twelve o.
fifteen thousand of your Englist
pounds a year. and he's saved quite &
lot, too, for he's been popular as {
playwright and novelist in America
and England for several years now
"By Towel" exclaimed Loveland
"What a lucky beggary
"That just expresses TIA lucky
beg1ar'-fOr he was almost a bepga]