The Detroit times. [volume] (Detroit, Mich.) 1903-1920, 1912-05-02
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A GREAT SERIAL STORY Rx WY
MARTHA !. B ]! III
A GREAT Serial STORY BIZ
MARTHA BELLINGER

NheAnUeiihlh' III sellins on lOtb Oh
this hill for summer cottages. Water
front. dock privileges, and guaranty
that nc one shall build where II will
shut OF your view. Terms reasonable.
Like TO buy?"
Mont" snarled the other.
Chamberlain paused in his magma
tive fight. and took two luscious yell
low pears from his bullying pockets.
'Have a pear?'' he pleasantly Of
fered.
The man again looked up. as II
tempted. but again calculated Nom"
Chamberlain leisurely took salts
flying bite.
Il get tired myself" he went on,
"tramping over these country roads.
But it's the best way for me to do
business. You don't happen to want
n good hotel. do your"
Coarse fare and the discomforts or
beggars' lodgings had told on the
Frenchman's temper, as Chamberlain
had surmised. He looked up with a
show of human interest. Chamber
lain went on.
There's q fine hotel, the Hillside.
over yonder. only mile or so away
Best place in all the region here
abouts; tip-topping set there, too.
Count Somebody-or-Ot from Ger
many, and no end OF big.wigs; so, or
course, they have a good cook"
Chamberlain paused and finished
his second pear The man on the
stone was furtive and uneasy. but
masked his disquiet with the insolent
sneering manner that had often served
him we'll. Chamberlain. having once
adopted the role OF a garrulous trav-
cling salesman, followed 1t up with
Zest
"Of course, man can get good
meal for that matter. at the Red
house, a little way up yonder over
the hill But il wouldn't suit man
like you-a slow, poky place, with no
style
The man on the stone slowly turned
toward Chamberlain, and at last found
voice for more than monosyllabic ut
| terances.
II was looking for hotel" he said.
| in correct English but with foreign
| accent. land shall be glad to take
your advice The Hillside, you say, Is
in this direction?" and he pointed
along the lower road.
Yes" heartily assented Chamber
lain, about two miles through those
woods, and you won't make any mis-
take going there; it's very good
place"
The man got up from the stone.
"And the other inn you spoke Of
where is that?"
THE Red house? That's quite a
long piece up over the hill-this way.
Straight road; house stands near a
church; kept by q country woman
named Sallie. But the Hillside's the
place for you good style, everything
neat and handsome. And fine people,"
VERY well, thanks" cut In the
other, in his sharp, rasping tones. Il
shall go to the Hillside"
He slid one hand into a pocket, as
il TO assure himself that he had not
been robbed by sleight-of-hand during
the interview, and then started on
the road Leading to the Hillside.
Chamberlain said Good day, sir.
without expecting or getting an an
swer, and turned down the hill to-
ward the village.
AS soon as he had dropped from
4 sight, however, he walked casually
into the thick bushes that lined the
road, and from this ambush he took
a careful survey OF the Hill behind
him. Then he slowly and cautiously
made his way back through the un-
derbrush until he was again in sight
OF the crossroads. Here, concealed
behind tree, he waited patiently
some FIVE or ten minutes. At the end
of that time, Chamberlain's mild and
kindly face lighted UP with unholy
Joy He opened his mouth and emit
ted a soundless '"haw-haw."
Il For there was his recent companion
also returning to the crossroads, TAX
ing a discreet look in the direction of
the village as he came along. Seeing
that the coast was clear, he turned
and went rapidly up the road that led
over the hill to the old red house.
When Chamberlain saw that the
man was well on his way he stepped
into the road and solemnly danced
three steps of hornpipe, and the
next instant started on a run toward
the village. He got little Simon's
horse and buggy, drove into the upper
street and picked up the sheriff, and
then trotted at a good rafting pace
around by the long road toward lion.
(To BE contlnued.)
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