The Julesburg grit-advocate., 1912-09-12

I house. even taking the precaution b
close the door after her.
why have you come here! sns
| asked.
With an air Of the greatest impof-
tance Chappy answered. Dem was my
| orders"
She motioned for him to leave.
Its a mistake. said you were 70
report at the John Duffy stable. MI.
Donovan. the trainer. Is waiting fos
you now"
II understood, ma'am. dat yoa'-
Mrs. Darlington interrupted. Ths
matter doesn't corcern me In the least.
l merely phoned to oblise friend"
"And Ts to report to Mr.. Donovanr
YES"
Mrs. Darlington, In her excitement
and eagerness to get free Of Chappy's
company. walked toward the gate.
| Chappy had to follow her. The boy.
although conceited, was polite.
DO l find him at de stable yonder"
he asked.
"Yes, yes-see Mr.. Donovan
IF is to ride dis race for Mr.. Duff
fy I'd rather talk to him." Chappy
spoke seriously.
"As told you before, It IL no con-
| cern of mine. You are to report at
the Duffy stable. II you see Mr.. Duhy
we'll and good; II not Mr.. Donovan will
give you your orders. Don't you un-
derstand"
"Yes'm, I understands. But I'd rath-
er see Mr.. Duffy. always likes to get
my orders from headquarters; then l
know there's no mistake. Aornin'
! a'am."
Chappy was strictly business when
it came to riding horses. In the sad
die his mental characteristics were en-
tirely different from the attitude he
assumed when ION the ground"
Respectfully touching his hat to Mrs.
Darlington, be mohoned johnson to
follow him and hurried to the stable
to meet Donovan.
what will happen next?" sighed
Mrs. Darlington In great relief.
DR.. Woodhurst had met Ralph In the
house. He told him that he would
give him the money for the purchase
of his new home in the morning. Hs
also said that at times his son might
have felt that he was little severe
with him, but In time he would real
ize that it was all for the best Bid
ding adieu to Myrtle and Miss Stirling,
he started for home.
Mrs. Darlington watched him depart,
then turned toward the house.
A brusque Good morning. halted
her. Turning with u surprised Il beg
your pardon" she saw John Dufry, the
bookmaker, leaning over the wall. His
self Introduction was entirely unnec-
essary.
! "Well?" she asked iaconically.
| Don't CO." said Duffy as he came
through the gate. Being neighbors,
thought maybe you wouldn't mind II
dropped in for sociable chat Most
women like me all right"
Mrs. Darlington could not conceal
her disgust. "Oh!" she shuddered.
From the window Ralph had caught
a glimpse Of Duffy and hurried out to
prevent his meeting Mrs. Darlington.
He heard the bookmaker say, Ever
! since first saw you I've been keen on
being friends with you."
Mrs. harrington hastened to Ralph's
side and, without looking back, said,
Explain to this gentleman, please,
that he is laboring under a mistake
and send him away"
"Send me away?' sneered Duffy.
Yes you will!' threateningly. "Why
didn't you introduce me to that lady?
She's Just my STYLE"
Ralph answered coldiy, "Afrs. Bar
rington chooses her own friends"
Not to be defeated in his purpose.
Duffy insisted: "she has to meet EN-
first, doesn't she. and are they any
better than me? Look at Garrison.
He's with her all the time. Just be-
cause he struck it rich he can 20 any
where. He's the real thing and I'm
nothing He had better look out" to
himself. 80 had you. Say. Did you
get my wire?'
Ralph tried in vain to get Duffy to
lower his voice. but the more warn
ings he gave him the louder Duffy
pitched his voice.
"Yes. 1t was forwarded. Suppose
some one nad opened it, suggested
Ralph. his voice trembling with anxi-
ETY..
"They wouldn't have understood"
growled Duty. Got the money!" he
| demanded.
NO" answered Ralph, looking about
him to ascertain IL any one was ap-
preaching.
Duty coolly seated himself on the
bench and said: I'm give you till to-
morrow. You get 1t and get 1t quick.
! took your markers for $1,000 and
you've got to settle. If you DON'T
"Well?" asked Ralph.
Il guess your fatherll ante up rath-
er than have 1t known how his son
had followed his teachings" With a
sneer. he added. Wouldn't that be pie
! for the newspapersT