The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1912-08-14
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 <N0nsense. tell you what-some <,ne has reused the house and asked shelter from the storm. Now, who could that be but Penelope?"
 By love, you're a ripping clever kss. after all. Barminster-a regular Sherlock Holmes. That's just 1t. She's up there where the windows nre. Come on. It's easy sailing now," cried his lordship, but the duke restrained him.
 Don't rush of like a fool. Whose housesis it?'
 How the devil do I know? This is Shawss land. and he hasn't been espe- eially cordial about
 aAhal See what I mean? Shaw's land, to be sure. We'll, hang your stupidity, don't you know we're look Ing at Shaw's house this very instant? He lives there and she's arrived, dem ft alls She's up there with him-dry clothes, hot drinks and all that. and we're out here catching pneumonia. Fine, isn't it?'-
 "Gadl You're right She's with that cnnfonnded villain. My God. what's to become of her:' groaned Lord Cecil, sitting down suddenly and covering his face with his hands.
 we must rescues heEr' shouted the duke Brace Iun fsNlsss Deast be q baby We'lls spsrf rf STl$ce. 'SNa& .sNoE in zis Tainr' sfisG the count.
 'sYon stay in the shade and hold the horses. that's what you do,'' said the duke scornfully.
 After many minutes there came a break in the violence of the storm and preparations were laN once made for the climb up the hEiiEla Ds4 i've aiN \ IRasss ito remaM behind in charge 'of the horses With their bridle reins in his hands he Eheerfully maintained this position of trust securely sheltered from the full force of the clements. Right bravely did the duke and his lordship ventlGe forth. into the spattering rain They had enneNno more than three rods up the path when they were brought to a kalt by the sounds of a prodigious struggle behind them There was a great trampling of horses hoofs, ac- companied by the frantic shouts of the count
 eT cannot hold gem. Mon Dieu! Fey are mndl Hol ho: Helpr'
 Hold to 'emr' shouted Lord Cecil.
 sHelpr' shouted the count. at the same moment releasing his grip on the FeinS. Away tore the horses, kicking greatgchunks of mud over him as he tumbfed aimlessly into the underbrush. Down the road clattered the animals, leaving the trio marooned in the will derness. GroaHf1lg and half dead. the unfortunate count was dragged from the brush by his furious companions What, the duke said to him was suf1- cient without being repeated. here or elsewhere. The count challenged him as they all resumed the march up the hill Go visit the house with the lighted windows.
 'Here is my card. m'sieur." he grat- ed furiously.
 Demme. know youy' roared the duke Keep your card. and we'll send 1t in to announce our arrival to Shaw
 I'm due conree of time. after many slips and fails. they reached the front yard of the house on the hillside It was stin raining lightly. The thunder and lightning were crashing away nois- fly farther up the valley. Cautiously they Approached through. the- weeds and brush.
 By love" exclaimed his lordship coming to a standstill. He turned the light of his lantern toward the front elevation of the house. Every door and wiedow except these three are boarded up. It can't be Shaw's home J
 That's right. old chap. Deuced queer eh? say, Deveaux. step uI