Evening star., 1912-10-06

give me a licking?" he said quietly. II was
| a fine specimen of tough in those days,
Rice, and the other fellows in the line could
not have been much better
Rice, having nothing to say, remained
silent, and Bob was consoled for past in
juries by half of juicy kidney.
W/HEN in New York, Waverton had pur-
w chased a typewriter. His right wrist
was still so stiff and intractable that he was
unable to use a pen, and, as he explained to
Rice, and to Curtis the lawyer in letter, it
was easier to spell out his correspondence on
the machine with his left hand than to draw
it laboriously with the same untutored men,
ber The cuts on his right hand and arm
were healed, and the bruises had vanished:
but he was acutely conscious at times OF some
damaged nerve or ligament at the junction
of hand and wrist. Nothing could be done
surgically, the doctors at Palm Beach had
assured him. Time alone could cure, and
Time is surgeon not to be hurried.
He soon gained surprising efficiency in his
handed manipulation of the typewriter,
and on Friday, the fourth day of residence
at The Dene, he spent an hour after break
| fast in writing a letter. In the first instance
he made rough draft, which he corrected,
copied, and burned. Then he addressed an
envelop, and summoned Rice.
"Don't mail this in the letterbox, he said;
| "but take it yourself to the postoffice.
The valet understood that the missive was
not meant to be scrutinized by other eyes,
and hurried away on the errand, the town.
ship of Saginaw being nearly a mile distant.
| Being quite a human person, he glanced at
| the address, and was positively startled on
| finding that it was intended for Mrs. FL
stead, at Narragansett Pier. Now, Rlce
-, Nf h16
| verted to her maiden name, and his sedate
! face creased in an appreciative grin.
"Good luck to you!" he murmured, as the
letter disappeared in a window slit OF the
Saginaw postoffice "If it wasn't for Miss
Kathleen, there mightnt be much hope; but
now I'll lay fve-spot to hayseed that that
| blessed kid will bring 'em together again.
Rice, it may be observed, liked taking long
odds; so he lost a remarkable number OF
bets.
i'm Sunday and Monday he cast an OBJ
servant eye over his masters mail; but
no envelop bore the Narragansett postmark.
| Indeed, Waverton's correspondence was
growing smaller every day. Rice himself, at
| first, used to send stereotyped acknowledge
nent of nearly all letters, in which MIR.
| Claude Waverton regrets that his recent ac-
| cident prevents him from answering yours
of the -th,' and this style of rejoinder exer-
cised marked effect in lessening the volume
of condolences and anxious inquiries that
poured in from clubs, theaters, hotels, and
sporting centers like Chicago and Saratoga.
Rice, of course, had seen Mrs. Waverton's 5
handwriting quite recently, and he fancied
he would recognize it. He was not mistaken,
| though,-to use his own expressive phrase,
| it fair gev' him turn, it did,-when the ex-
pected letter arrived on Monday evening,
| by hand and addressed to himself
DEAR Mr. RICE (it ran).-I am here. in
| Saginaw, at the Rev. Mr.. Norton's house. Can
you come and see me for a few minutes, and
as soon as possible? l believe that one in
| the place. other than Mr.. and Mrs. Norton.
knows of my presence, and l wish the fact
| to be kept quite private at present.
Sincerely, Doris WAvERToN.
@Who brought this" he gasped, gazing
| wide-eyed at the footman who handed him
| the note.
| Zone of Mrs. Nortons gals-an a pretty
one too, came the answer with wink.
That wink was helpful. 1t restored Rice
to a semblance of self-possession.
ooh, if she's pretty one, must attend to
her without delay" he smirked, and the foot
man announced in the servants hall that old