Highland recorder. (Monterey, Highland County, Va.) 1877-1972, 1912-06-14
CHAPTER XXX.
Under the Pergols.

Under the Persols.
Make myself at home! | sneaked
under the quiet shade In convenient
pergola, and, dropping upon bench
gazed gloomily at the sunlight patches
at my feet.
"Oh, here you are, eh?" broke harsh
ly upon me.
looked up, startled from my mood.
There, hands upon his hips and scoWl-
ing, stood-the chauffeur!
frowned, but the fellow just
moved nearer.
81 guess mammals baby don't feel so
spry this morning!" he jeered. Does
its little heady-cums ache-ums-eh?
grunted rather YEARLY. If 1t
does, my good fellow, it's none OF your
business. Don't bother mel" I shifted
the other way.
"Oh, isn't it?"-his tone quickened
ruculently-"Well, maybe I'll make
1t my business!" He jerked his arm
at me. continuing sharply: Look here,
you glass-eyed monkey-jack, don't you
get flip with me this morning
laughed coarsely-"or I'll think you
want some more! Do your
l turned my head and, polishing my
monocle carefully, gave it a tight
I screw and took him in slowly, begin
ming with his yellow mop of hair and
ending with the toes Of his soiled
canvas shoes. By Jove, | was sure
they'd never been whitened since he
bought them.
1 seemed to anger him. He uttered
a sort OF snort with mutter uncom-
plimentary and strobe forward, tow
ering above me where / sat.
Answer, when I'm talking to you,
you sapheaded fool" he beloved, "or
I'll wiring your neck! I asked II you
wa ed some more"
stretched my arms, trying their
muscle room in lengthy yawn, ana
blinked at him with my free eye, won
dering where the deuce he got the
crimson hat band. BY Jove, that was
the most dashed impairment thing Oh
all!
More what?" I drawled Indifferent
ly.
:Mo-e-of that" - viciously - and
thwack his knuckles struck against
the iron back Of the jolly bench. For
wasn't there, don't YOU know.
Huh! Think you're some smart,
don't your he sneered, hitching his
trousers band Now, look here
he leveled his finger-"youre guest
here and I know I oughtn't to do 1t,
and hate 1t for Jacks sake, but I'm
feeling I'll just have to give you an
other trimming this lovely morning.!
He chuckled, rolling his lips and
spreading them till l could see every
tooth. He moved toward me leisurely,
| slipping up his sleeves. What you
got last night, sonny, was for your
own sake, but this time It's going to
be for Frances'-you fishworm!'
Guess We'll leave Miss Frances out
of 1t. don't you know" demonstrated.
Dash the fellows impudence! Then,
remembering | was wearing coat oil
dark cheviot that was the very devil
Tor showing every speck of dust, l
slipped out of it and looked about for
somewhere to hang it. Not dashed
place, Of course; not thing, you
know, except nails here and there IN
the wooden uprights of the pergola,
and of course nails wouldn't do tc
hang a coat on. So just folded the
Jolly thing carefully-very carefully,
lust as | had seen Jenkins do-and
then I held it on my arm.
The chap had been shifting about
me in a curve, clucking his tongue
contemptuously and muttering, and
getting more jolly red-eyed and abus'
i've every minute.
"Be a mani" he snarled. you
blamed tailor's dummy, be mani
And he struck his chest a blow to
show me what he meant.
And just then I remembered to
smooth my hair-part.
"Oh, you" With growl like a
bear, he swept both his hands to his