The labor world. [volume] (Duluth, Minn.) 1896-current, 1911-08-19

sccbMebs stopped cauttt on. ~
he slancsd Is the dirsctton e IL
4 house.
Above the shrubbery he could sec
only the root ana the dormer windows
Of the upper STORY, but apparently ~
was satisfied. Then he turned and
looked toward the stables. No ono was
ii sight there, but tho man in the silk
hat shook his flst ct the sunset redden-
edswindows.
Had he cast glance directly behind
the calf just coming into view over the
crest Of q little rise in the rolling drive
way. But he cast no such glance. tEv-
identity he knew Of only one exit from
Hewington Acres, the right gateway.
BY which he had entered, and he at
once strucka businesslike gait in max
Ing for it.
The discreet Timmins was both star
tied and puzzled. He did not wish to
shout and alarm the folks in the
house, for that would reveal the Sc
cret Of the prisoner. Neither did he
wish to release the calf. Yet he could
not stand there and watch the man:
escape. That would never do. What
would Cherub Devine say? Timmins'
sharp little eyes narrowed menacingly.5
With the free end of the rope he gave
the Jersey calf a smart whack on the
ribs, rudely rousing it from it's peace
full promenade. The ! calf jumped
ahead. So did Timmins. Yanking and
whacking, running and leaping, the.
pair Of them careered 1mpetuously
across the velvety lawn, crashing
through shrubbery, lodging between
trees and making straight course for
the right hand driveway. ~...,.> j..
We have all we can manage to pic
ture the CONSERVATION Of the escaping
prisoner when he saw himself headed
Oft by this incongruous tandem. No
doubt he instantly recognized Timmins
as his jailer, for after moments as
tonished hesitation he doubled on his
tracks.
In spite Of his lack Of knowledge Of
the geography Of the grounds, the nee-
ing prisoner was not to be caught cas-
lily. He dashed down one Of the gar
den paths. So the placid meditations
Of Mr.. Hewington, who was in the
garden, were interrupted by the noise
Of rapidly approaching footsteps. The
next moment he had glimpse Of an
Individual in a frock coat who was
sprinting toward him at top speed.
Involuntarily Mr.. Hewington raised
his arms and stepped directly into the
middle Of the path. That was quite
sufficient. The runner dug his heels
into the gravel, checked his flight long
enough for one da1ed look and prompt
~ dashed into a clump Of golden glow,
reappearing to the view Of Timmins a
second later headed toward the house.
Evidently the man was bewildered or
else he would not have failed to OBJ
serve the by no means 1nconspicuous
figure of Mrs. Tmm1ns looming large
in the kitchen door. '....'~ .:- .s*'.s'
'Stop i'm, Maggie! Stop 'imw
shouted T1mmins, abandoning Ill &C.
crecy now. ,-.-...s...,.. ( ....... -. *:
MRS. Timmins was not one TO wait
for explanations at such time. Tim.
Minis wanted somebody stopped, ana
stopped he should be. With surpris-
ing agility she got her huge bulk in
motion and moved imposingly and at
right angles upon the refugee: As
she did this Timmins, dragging the
calf and followed by Mr.. Hewington,
closed in on the other side. But. the
bessie was tired Of the game or else he
was Winded. He no longer bounded
merrily upon his wabbly legs, now
ahead, now just behind Tmmins. He
stuck his forefeet straight out and
sawed balkily at the lead rope.
This left gap Of some ten yards In
the line Of onense, and through it the
hunted man bolted bravely, the tails
Of his frock coat futtering haunting
salute as he spurted toward freedom.
The sedate Eppings was just In time
to view the escape with open mouth
and staring eyes.
"Tyke after i'm, you blooming
chump" screamed the disguised Tim
Minis. IVY don't you tyke after
Imp :. ,~=.l.
Thus exhorted, the butler did break
into stir trot, which was 80 patiently
ineffective that Timmins might have
laughed had the occasion been less
serious. Az it was, he only gasped out
an exclamation Of disapproval. threw
the Calls lead rope to Mr.. Hewington,
with the suggestion, Here, you old
i'm, governor" and darted after his
prisoner. #.s
Do You wonder, then, at the amaze
ment Of the Countess vecchi when
into the calm Of the sunset hour burst
this animated procession first, man
swinging silk hat In his right hand
and painting as he ran; next, Tim
minis, his elbows close to his sides
and hts jaw thrust out In approved
Marathon style; third, Mrs. Thinning
very red Of face and her ample chest
billowing up and down like stormy
sea, but getting over the ground quite
rapidly; fourth, Eppings, his solemn
eyes almost popping out of his head.