New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1912-10-06

give me licking" he said quietly. 81 was
Ia fine specimen Of a 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
jurics by hall Of juicy kidney.
W/HEN in New York, Waverton had pur-
" chased a typewriter. His right "riSt
was still so stiff and intraCtablc that ne was
unable to use a pen, and, as he explained 10
Rice. and 20 Curtis the lawyer IN a letter, II
was easier to spell out his corresponding on
the machine with his left hand than TO draw
it laboriouslv with the same untutorcd MEM
Der. The cuts on his right hand and arm
were healed, and the bruises had vanShcd'
but ne was acutcly conscious at times OF some
damaged nerve or ligamcnt at the Junction
Of hand and wrist. Nothing could he done
surgcaly. the doctors at Palm Beach had
assured him. Time alone could cure, ana
Time is q surgeon not 10 be hurried.
He soon gained surprising efficiency IN ms
enchanted manipulation OF the Typewriter
and on Friday, the fourth day Of residence
AZ The Dcnc, nc spent IN hour after break
fast in writing letter. In the first instance
ne made q rough draft, which ne corrected,
copied. and burned. Then he addressed an
cnvclop. and summoned Rice. o.,
Don't mail this in the lcttcrboN, ne 'ihd'
but take IL Yourself 10 the postoiilcc.
The valet understood that the misslvc was
not meant 10 be scrutinizcd by other eyes,
and hurried away on the crrand, the town
ship OF Saginaw being nearly mile distant.
Being quite a human person, he glanced al
the address, and was positively startled on
finding that it was intended for Mrs. FL
stead, al Narragansctt Pier. Now, kicc
was well aware that Mrs. Wavcrton had re-
ycrtcd to her maiden name, and his sedate
face creased in an apprcciatlvc grim.
"Good luck to you!" he murmurcd, as the
letter disappeared in a window slit OF the
Saginaw postofiicc. IF it wasn't for Miss
Kathleen there mightn't be much hope; but
now III lay 4 fivc-spOt 70 a haysccd that that
blessed kid will bring 'cm together again:
Rice. II mar be observed, liked taking long
odds; 50 ne lost remarkable number OF
bets.
.ON Sunday and Monday he cast IN OBJ
~ servant eye over his masters mail; but
no cnvclop bore the Ndrragansctt poStmark.
Indeed, Wavcrton's correspondence was
growing smaller every day. Rice himself, at
first. used 10 send a stcrcotypcd acknowledge
mcnt Of nearly all letters, in which MIR.
Claude Wavcrton regrets that his recent ac-
cidcnt prevents him from answering yours
of the TIL, and this style Of rcjoindcr eXcr-
ciscd a marked effect in lcsscning the volume
Of condolences and anxious inquiries that
poured in from clubs, thcatcrs, hotels, and
sporting centcrs like Chicago and Saratoga.
Rice, Of course, had seen Mrs. Wavcrtons
handwriting quite recently, and he fancicd
he would recognize it. He was not mistaken,
though,-to use his own expressive phrase,
il fair gev him a turn, it id,-whcn the cX-
pcctcd letter arrived on Monday evening,
by hand, and addressed to himself.
DEAR Mr.. RICE Git ran).-I am here. in
Saginaw. at the Rev. Mr. Nortons house. Can
you come and see me for a few minutes. and
as soon as possible! | believe that no one in
the place, other than Mr.. and Mrs. Norton
knows Of my presence, and | wish the fact
to be kept quite private al present
Sincerely. DORIS WAvERToN.
"Who brought ths?" he gaspcd, gazing
widc-cyed at the footman who handed him
the note.
"Onc of Mrs. Norton'S gals-an' a pretty
one too, came the answer with a wink.
That wink was helpful. 1t restored Rice
to a scmblance OF sclf-posScssion.
"Oh if she's pretty one, must attend to
her without DELAY ne SmirLcd and the foot