The Washington times., 1912-09-02

out of a four wheeled cab at the
entrance Of the London and Northwest
ern Railroad station at Leeds and en-
gagged the services of a porter. who
presently placed upon a truck the lug
gage which descended from the roof of
the cab and proved by its very aspect
the gentility of its owners.
1t consisted of two portmanteaux of
well-worn and yet undeniably good ap-
pearance, two bundles of rugs. walking
sticks and umbrellas, and two golf bags,
from the mouths of which protruded
sticks the feathers of which had evi-
IDENTIFY seen sufficient use to warrant the
assertion that their proprietors had
played on many greens.
Ihe younger clergyman, who was at
,ured In neat well-fiitting Norfolk
suit OF that eminently clerical stuff
known to the trade and the general pub
nc as Oxford mixture, was a pleasant
raced, mild-and-young-cur sort of
person, whose prevailing aspect was
typical OF rather weak amiability. The
elder was a jovial, kindly looking, mid
dle-aged man. habitated in a carefully
cut clericl lounge suit, who bore the un-
enlstakaple stamp of a person off for a
holiday.
He 1t was who directed the porter to
place the luggage in a second-class
smoking compartment Of the train and
town; he II was, too. who proceeded
to the booking office and eyed the pas
sengers assembled there with keenly
critical srni a,osy eyes. From among them he
an of apparently forty years of age.
who at the moment he approached
threw open long travelling cloak and
hnns Fsxssee @ her Ts9 sahsT hs left ea5 5se
He saw her open the bag and pro-
duce from It stout leather purse: he
saw her close the bag and rebutton
her travelling cloak: he was near
hear her book through to Dublin. and
to notice that instead of restoring the
purse to her bag she retained 1t in her
hand. And, after that he took tickets
went to join the latter in the smoking
compartment, which the younger clergy
man had already entered and at the
door of which the porter waited, eX-
When the train moved out of the sta
ton the two clergymen. who were for
tunate enough to have the compartment
all to themselves. looked at each other
and laughed.
elder. "she's in the next compartment
but one, green bag and all
How do you like her looks?' said
a Bit on the muscular side, isn't she?''
"A flne-looking woman and a lady
like woman" replied the other. Car
lries her age well. Sort of woman, I
fancy. who could hold her own in
Il believe you, my boy" said young
Mr.. Baxendale. "I say, Dick. what If
it should come to anything like a
: my son." said Mr.. Claye, as he light
ed a cigar of very good brand, never
hay your hands on a woman. save in
the way Of love-er unless you're
L. l. at&A
cess1ty l don't suppose therell be the
least necessity in this case, but I must
say l hadn't quite bargained for that
travelling cloak. ] had made a little
plan that thought would meet ths
the travelling cloak stops 1t. l must
say she's a far-seeing sort of woman
] twigged how she'd secured the green
bag to her waist: rather pretty waist
too, my boy, If bit substantial
"How?" asked young Mr.. Baxendale,
with much apparent interest.
"Why, by a long, slender steel chain
Il guess she'd had it specially manu-
Iactured for the occasion-which goes
and is then covered by a smart belt,
said Mr.. Claye. The bag depends from
the chain by two smaller chains OF
three links each. If she weren't wearing
was that invented em-this is the art
1cle that would do the trick"
He dived into his breast pocket and
produced a shining implement which
OF scissors. Young Mr.. Baxendale
stared at this with great admiration
and finally touched it here and there
as gently as If 1t had been a baby.
.sha That's a pretty thing" he said
ut was made by the right man, my
boy" answered Mr.. Claye, repocket-
ing the implement, "and I only wish
that may be able to tell him that II
was of the highest use"
whats your notion, DiCk?" asked
young Mr.. Baxendale.
Mr.. Claye puffed at his cigar for a
few minutes before he replied.
well my boy, it was just this" ht
said. IF you'd crossed to the Emerald
Isle as often as l have, you'd know
that there are one or two chances fo
nice pickings for men who know theil
work. For example, this train of our!
runs to Manchester Exchange Station
there we change into another which
carries us to Chester-at Chester we
Join the Irish day mail from Euston t,
Holyhead. When we get to Holyheac
they run us down to the pier, where
one Of the mail steamers Is awaiting
us.
"They give you precious little tim,
to board her, because it Is a pleasing
fiction with them that the passenger
are nothing and mails everything. Thu
consequence is that with the ingraineC
notion of haste, the wish of some O.
the passengers to secure berths, and o
others to get down to the saloon 70
lunch, everybody leaves the train TO
the steamer in a rush, and you go ovel
the gangway as sheep go through a gal
In the fence, all squeezing together a.
tight as you like.
"Now, 1t stands to common sense tina
there's a fine chance for investigating
a pocket, relieving a poor overWeIghte(
fellow-traveler of a small bag, or hi
watch. or doing some similar deed o
kindness 10 yourself and the rest of tn
world See?"
Young Mr. Baxendale said that h,
saw and lighted another cigarette, Will
the remark that Richard CIaye wa
clever.
"Well, then" continued Mr.. Claye
'there's Kingstown - beautiful Kings
town. which, my son. has, in my hum
BILE opinion, the finest bay in Europe
much finer, again in my humble opin
ion, than the Bay of Naples-well
Kingstown pier, on the arrival of tn
mail steamer, is, or ought to be, ha
been, and will he again, what vulga
people call a fair treat.
What happens? Everybody is s.
glad to get off the boat and to terrt
firma that the crowding and crushing
process begins all over again-the,
crush on the deck nearest to the land
slip stage, they crush up the gangway
they crush on the pier, they run abou
wildly ALONGSIDE the that ta %