Daily capital journal. (Salem, Oregon) 1903-1919, 1912-08-19

ley and sees Shaw's cottage command
ing the most beautiful view in the
hills; the very caves Of his ladyship's
house seem to have wrlnkled into a
constant scowl of annoyance. Shaw's
long, low cottage seems to smile back
with tantallzing security serene In its
more lofty altitude, in Its more gor-
geous raiment Of nature. The brooks
laugh with the glitter Of trout, the
trees chuckle with the flight Of birds,
the hillsides frolic in their abundance
Of game, but the acres are growing
like dogs Of war. "Loye thy nelghbor
as thyself'' is not printed on the boards
that line the borders Of the two estates.
In bold black letters the signboards
laconically say: "No trespassing on
these grounds. Keep Off"
Eyes, fancy you'd better put him
Off the place If he comes down here
again to fish, Tompklns," said his lord
ship, In conclusion. Then he touched
whip to his horse and bobbed of
through the shady lane in a most pain
fully upright fashion, his thin legs
sticking straight out his breath COM
ing in agonized little jerks with each
succeeding return of his person to the
saddle,
"By Jove, Evelyn, it's most Annoying
about that confounded Shaw chap" he
remarked to his wife as he mounted
the broad steps leading to the gallery
half an hour later, walking with the
prlmness which suggests pain. Lady
Bazelhurst looked up from her book,
her fine aristocratic young face cloud
ing with ready belligerence.
"What has he done, Cecil dear?"
"Been fishing on our property again,
that's all. Tompkins says he laughed
at him when he told him to get OFF. !
say do you know, think III have to
adopt rough methods with that chap.
Hang it all, what right has he to catch
our fish2"
"Oh, how I hate that man" ex-
claimed her ladyship petulantly.
"But I've given Thompson final In
structions."
"And what are they?"
"To throw him in the river next
time"
"Oh, IL he only couldW rapturously.
"Could? My dear Tompkins is an
American. He can handle these chaps
in their own way. At any rate, told
Tompklns If his nerve failed him at the
last minute to come and notify me. I'll
attend to this confounded poplnjay|
Good for you, CecilW called out an
other young woman from the broad
hammock in which she had been daw-
ding with half alert ears through the
foregoing conversation. spoken like
true Briton, What is this poplnJay
likep
"Hullo, slsterl Hang 1t all, what's he
like? He's like an ass, that's all. I've
never seen him, but If I'm ever called
upon to--but you don't care to listen to
details. You remember the big log that
lies out in the river up at the bendI
Well, 1t marks the property line. One
half Of its stump belongs to the Shaw
man, the other half to INTO us, Eve.
Ilyn. He shan't fish below that log-no,
slr! His lordship glared tiercely
through his monocle in the direction Of
the faraway log, his watery blue eyes
blinking as malevolently as possible,
his long, aristocratic nose wrinkling at
its base in fine disdain. His five feet
four Of stature quivered with lily sub.
dued emotion. but whether 1t was rage
or the sudden recollection of the dog
trot through the woods 1t is beyond me
to suggest
but suppose our fish venture into
his waters, Cecil. What then? Isn't
that trespass2" demanded the Hon,
Penelope Drake, youngest and most
cherished sister Of his lordship
Now don't be silly, Pen" cried her
sister-in-law. "Of course we can't reg
ulate the fish.
But dare say his fish will come
below the log, so what's the oddsY
said his lordship quickly, "a trouts
lawless brute at best"
rs he big?" asked the Hon. Penelope
lazily.
"They vary, my dear girl"
81 mean Mr.. shaw"
"Oh. thought You meant the-but
| don't know. what difference does
that make? Big or little, he has to
stay Off my grounds" Was It II look Of
pride that bis tall young wife bestowed
upon him as be drew himself proudly
erect, or was It akin 10 pity? At any
rate. her gay young American head
was inches above his own when she
arose and suggested that they 80 in
side and prepare for the housing Of
the guests who were to come over
from the evening train.
"The drag has gone over to the sta
ton, Cecil, and It should be here by
Z o'clock"
"COnfound his lmpudeDce. I'll slow
him" grumbled bis lordshlp as be fol
lowed her, stlff legged, toward the
door
whats up Cecil, with your legsT
called his sister. Are you getting
old? This suggestion always irritat
ed him.
"old? silly question You know
how old / am. No; it's that beastly
American horse. Evelyn, ] told you
they have no decent horses In thl,
beastly country. They jiggle the III,
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