Daily capital journal. (Salem, Oregon) 1903-1919, 1912-09-02
murinured anxlousIy.

murmured anxlously.
I'm sorry. dear. for that screech OF
mine" he apologlzed.
Suddenly he started and gazed in
tently In the direction OF the haunted
house. A mana sorry 6gure-was
slowly. painfully approaching from the
edge OF the wood scarce hundred
yards away. In his hand he carried a
stick 10 which was attached a white
cloth-doubtleSs handkerchief He
was hatless and limped perceptibly.
"It's CecIlr' whispered Penelope ln
horror struck tones Good heaven.
Randolph. go to himl Heis hurt"
Il was Lord Bazelhurst As shaw
hurried down the drive to meet MIN, 40
thought Of the feud In mind. two be
ings even more hopeleSsly dilapidated
venmred from the wood and hobbled
up behind the truce bearer. who had
now paused to lift his shoulders into
position Of dignity and defiance
shaw's heart was touched. The spec
tacle was enough to melt the prejudice
Of any adversary. Lord Cecirs knees
trembIed His hand shook as II in a
chill Stud covered. water soaked and
bruised. their clothes rent In many
places. their hats gone and their hair
matted. their legs wabbly. the trio GER
tainly inspired pity. not mirth nor
scOrn.
zone moment. sir" called his lord
ship With a feeble attempt at severity.
His voice was hoarse and shaky. "We
do not come as friends. dem you. Is
my sister hereT
"She Is. Lord Bazelhurst Wen talk
this over later on" said Shaw in bis
friendliest way. "You are worn out
and done up. I'm sure-you and your
! friends Come; I'm not as bad as you
think. I've changed my mind since /
saw you last Let's see II we can't
come to an amicable understanding.
Miss Drake is waiting up there. Break
fast soon will be ready-hot coffee and
all that Permit me. gentlemen, to in
Yite you to partake Of what we have
WHAT say you?"
"Confound you. sirl ~ But his
brave effort failed him. He staggered
and would have fallen had not the
duke caught him from behind.
Thanks, old chap" said Barminster
to Shaw. I'VE will come in for mo
ment say. perhaps you could give
Us a dry dud or two Bazelhurst is in
a bad way. and so Is the count 1t was
a devil Of a storm"
Penelope came down from the porch
to meet them Without a word she
took her brothers arm He stared at
her with growing resentment
"Dem It all, Pen" he chattered.
you're not at all wet, are your Look
at me. All on your account too"
Dear old Cecil! All on Evelyn's &C
count you mean" she said softly, wist-
fully
Il shall have an understanding with
her when we get home" he said ear
nestly. "She shan't treat my sister
like this again"
NO" said Shaw from the other side
"she shaD't"
"By Jove, Shaw. are you With meT'
demanded his ordShip In surprise.
Depends on whether you are with
me-" said the other. Penelope flushed.
Hot coffee. chops. gridde cakes and
maple sirup soon put the contendinG
forces at their ease Bazelhurst so far
forgot himself as to laugh amiably at
his hosts jokes. The count responded
in his most piquant dialect. and the
duke swore by an ever useful Lord
Harry that he had never tasted such
breakfast.
by love, Pen" exclaimed her broth
er In rare good humor. Its almost q
sin to take you away from such good
cooking as this"
You're not going to take her away